I squandered my resistance,

for what? I don’t remember.

Fleeting pleasures, I reckon.

At the hands of strangers,

seeking acceptance from the ragged people

Cause the fine ones,

come with fine prints I can’t read.

The harder i squint the blurrier it gets.

I can feel it, something is off.

ahh,

I just wanna find peace.

It’s been too foreign to me,

buried below my feet.

I will dig them out, and sift the oddity

we will be whole, eventually.

I promise.