snapshot

the blinds hang preariously
my mind urns for routine
sleep has come early though tonight it comes surly
off and on
what a memory, if not within i want comfort for who is my friend
the cracks between the blinds shine dull street light past eyes mine
need time like ivy needs vine
i want to cut it short some days but today im fine
ill find a crash landing tomorrow will recover spine
im
a little but of a puddle waiting for structure
was a routine away from friend denial, wanted to break away so today i find em, flux in a mind dont mind the trouble
were wrapped in cacoon walls hurts breaking close but grows together