there’s nothing worse than feeling like a ghost

see it’s like this
you want to be exceptional
but you’re afraid you can’t pull it off
you feed me novels of your past
refusing to entertain a stage of future hopes
you walk instead of dance
and you envy those with enough audacity
to fake rhythm
while yours sleeps in your bones
deep and deep and deep
you dream of apples
and leave the branches unshaken
you invite stagnancy in as an old friend
and are too polite to kick him out
when he’s overstayed his welcome
(I thought I was writing this for you, but it may have been for the me I used to be)
the weekend was just so amazing I don’t wanna go back to normal days…