threadbare

lost, meandering through life - waiting. i don't know what for, for my life to start? for it to stop? for it to do something, other than what it does on a regular basis. breathe in. breathe out. work. eat. shit. come. sleep. none of it. alone - with my thoughts - i have a thin, weak grasp on reality, when i think. lofty goals in the clouds along with the sun in the sky or is it space that i need? away from everyone and everything. alone in the desert at 2 in the morning, i stop. look up at the stars and back at the moon it's choked with smoke from too many fires burning in my soul. it looks a lot like hell and a lot like home.