The Illusion of Dignity

These are not good goals

I don't want to feel safe

I'll never learn that way

The kind of chaos I wish to convey

In fine illuminations

And a resting pace

This is intensely flawed

And bleeds its feelings through these seats

Deliberate in each movement and pause

Navigating weakness; with a dystopian loss

Tiny lies; with a soft love

I'd rather be alone

Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough

I'd rather be alone

Tiny lies; with a soft love

I'd rather be alone

Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough

I'd rather be alone

I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her

I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her

I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her

I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her

I cannot fix this

I want to feel again

My body's failing

I need help