Appearing denuded
Posturing, covering up the insecurities and fears with bravado, but perhaps I should no longer care about this posturing, perhaps I should not care about appearing denuded, under your scrutiny, your severe gaze, perhaps I should just get on with what I want to be, rather that what you, they, say I should be.
Weary, and at the end of the day I feel like there is no movement towards doing anything more, for life is about doing more, and watching the television, or tiktok is about distraction and procrastination. There is more to be done but can I do it?
And now adding colour, do you remember the meat packing glitteratti? Do you remember when you were the main actor in your life, filled with hope and expectation, filled with privelidge? Now, you have to sing to avoid the spiral into darkness, the dank darkness spiral.
