[click the photo to my more used blog]

my mind is a terrible mess of
awkward words
and they can’t come out of me when i need them to.
flash forward to worrying about my future and
i’m screwed.
i will have no education.
i will just live poorly;
writing useless fragments of a lost story-
a story without an ending.
the fear of the future brings me back.
it intoxicates my mind, clouding over into an infinite
whole
of lost words and forgotten times.
i’m walking on nothing.
my feet step forward but i’m wandering around
the same place
never moving
forward
or
back.
i’m contorted and lost in this wilderness of life.
i’m photographs of skewed colours.
i’m a lock that has lost it’s key.
i’m on my own, with no future.
i want to be able to help the world.
i want to be able to spread art across the universe,
coating the world in soft colour.
i want to be able to paint the world.
the only direction i had has been
crushed by trees of fallen dreams.
as overused and terrible as it sounds,
i
am
so
lost.