chapter 4

I stand at the edge 

Of the reality I created 

I dug this grave 

My hands are still dirty 

Feeling like an apple

Examined 

and put back on the shelf 

When all the shiny ones 

are leaving 

I may not be where I want to be 

But theres something here 

Something Delicately hidden 

I survived losing brakes mid drive so

Im choosing to believe 

there's meaning 

In everything falling apart 

In what the universe 

is gradually 

revealing