Stuck in a state of anomie and the Novocain is wearing off. I don’t like the smell of cinnamon but you don’t make me feel sick. Void of love but filled to the brim with anxiety. I like being in the dark but not when I’m drowning. Why isn’t anyone awake? I shouldn’t play with my food. I’m sad because you’re trying. I’m sad because I’m not. I’m full of cliches and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
