I don’t know how to create stories

I cannot talk and when I write

It has no meaning I’m losing my way I’m losing the distance

That I’ve been keeping

I’m falling into feelings

I cannot clear my head

And get my brain back

I’m still so far though I’m closer than you think

Catching the time which is running so fast

I’m afraid I’m dying

And still made nothing

That would count

I’m unprepared and confused and my mind is full of memories

Turns out I’m still alive

As long as I cry when I get drunk my love slips through my fingers I’m left as empty

As an abandoned house

They want me to build my home in this place but I have a choice

The ocean can bring me wherever the wind blows

So I’ll stray

I’m trying to set down my walls and step out of my lovely darkness but it seems to be impossible

I just cannot move