animal instinct

I guess I should start you off with something so let’s go with a short poem.

More wolf than girl,
I respond to my instincts,
the voice in my head
that urges me to run…

or to freeze…

or to fight…..

she’s even learned how to fawn,
swallowing down her pride,
just to survive.

She sizes up each opponent,
and her body plans it’s path.
An unconscious drive,
deep in her animal mind.

pre dreams

what
the
fuck
am
I
doing.

you know?
you ever get those late night, what the actual fuck is going on vibes? like what am I doing and why I am here? oh and by the way, did you realize the progression of time was a fucking thing?
fuck.

my chest gets tight and I……..

hit another bowl,
to be honest.

can’t worry about things that have yet to come
and right now,
I have no satisfactory answers.

I have my bed and my thoughts
and eventually
as I drift off

my dreams.

sweet dreams..