we are all dogs in gods hot car

when i stay awake late at night staring at my tv i wonder if i could one day live there
everything seems so much easier, plot points across a diagram, everything scripted, and i cant shake the feeling

that i dont belong

why even when the world gives me everything i want on a silver platter to i still feel suffocated, still feel like something is bound to crash and burn and rip a hole in my delicate plans. or im missing one last perfect part for everything to fit into place and unable to appreciate the good,

when youre born, ur parents can believe the best of you

but even if theyre wrong

why do u still have to deal with everything that happens to them

the world is in a fire

what do you do when life itself feels artificial

sometimes i wonder what it would feel like to be a bird flying without a care

my voice is static, invisible and indecipherable yet takes total control of the area

why does it feel like nobody can hear me

when i close my eyes i fear not of a world without me, but one where i never change