i said self,
let’s start by making a home
where all these ambiguous thoughts
are frankly free to roam
just one cosy room
with lots of natural light
so all the plants can grow
and perhaps you’ll feel alright
maybe I’ll start with mushroom posters
four cosy blankets
crushed green leaves
i figured fuck it, i don’t want bleakness
they say reality
is just your own illusion
how peculiar it felt
to finally hack that simple system
when it all fell into place
of course I became skeptical
sadness had a certain lust over me
the absurd belief that joy wasn’t ethical
i didn’t strangle that voice
I didn’t tell her to shut up
i actually sat down to apologise
for so long she’d been locked her up
i held her hand
i never once told her to stop
she had a lot to say
boy fear can talk a lot
only together we saw it
the absurdity in internalising such jargon
you will never be able to kill that voice
you may as well learn to listen
so i said self,
let’s start by making a home
I figure the more light we bring in
perhaps that voice won’t feel so alone