all these clutters as my foot steps in,
made me feel longing for the mess again,
even when i came into my sense.
attached to the very part
that i've buried six years ago,
when to wake up in denial,
and breathing is to ignore.
having some breakfast at midnight,
waiting for the demons be out to fight,
as long as the world is still turning,
let's pretend to not recognize it,
and it all will be okay.

-xo, saintner