quicksand

one of my biggest flaws

is that i don’t know

whether i will fall

or rise against the wind

so instead of taking the leap

i’m too fucking scared to move

so, every day i stay in the same spot

worrying, being in a chaotic desperation

wanting to break out, but never wanting enough

i have created a field of quicksand

i dug my own graveyard

i put on a chain around my ankles

tied my shoes together

and prayed that tomorrow never comes

so i could be miserable forever

as i looked up into the sky

seeing the clouds being so free

i didn’t realized

these chains have no lock

the quick sand was just regular sand

and the graveyard was once a garden

full of beautiful blossomed flowers

and i am already free, but do i want that

as badly, as i love staying inside?

t.l.