¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Alarm goes nope, brain goes offline, Eyes half-glazed like cheap red wine, Mirror says “girl, you fine-ish maybe,” I say “don’t talk, I’m feral, baby.” Stumble, fumble, kitchen quest, Sock on wrong foot, mood: depressed, Cup goes clack, spoon goes cling, Soul still loading—buffering. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Beans in hand like sacred stones, Ancient ritual, cracked phones, Water goes glug glug glug, Thoughts go shrug shrug. I press the button, nothing’s right, Existence flickers black to white, If this fails now, hear me swear, I’ll start a fight with morning air. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Brain says “sleep”, spine says “stand”, Hands moving on muscle-plan, I’m not sad, I’m just uncooked, Half a human, overbooked. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Pour it, stir it, save my life, Liquid reason cuts like knife, Sip sip sip, don’t speak to me, I bite emotions pre-caffeine. Dark roast, darker jokes, Hope tastes burnt, my patience smokes, If I smile now, it’s fake news— Wait—oh wow—I feel… less bruised. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Thoughts were feral, loud and mean, Now they line up, neat and clean, Anxiety still in the room, But quieter, like “see you soon.” I joke about my will to cope, Laugh it off, that’s how I hope, Cup half full, head half there, Girl survives another square. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ If coffee quits, I quit too, That’s not drama, that’s just true, Call it humor, call it bleak, I’m held together by a drink. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸ Pour it, stir it, resurrect, From the wreckage of my head, Sip sip sip, hello world, Sorry I was briefly cursed. Dark jokes, warm hands, I can almost make a plan, Not healed, not whole, but I’m awake— Okay. Okay. Let’s fake it. ¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸🥱☕🤗¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸.·´¯`·.¸
