"your life feels like the morning after, all year long. This is not your year" - The Weepies


constellations spell out destinies
i turn my head because i know
ignorance is bliss
i refuse to accept the cards i've been given
i'd rather overturn the table than cash in my chips.
and fate chases me down
i'm running, eyes closed and screaming
toward a place where this broken body builds skyscrapers
made of orange casanovas and forget-me-nots.
and fate chases me down
i am not

alone

is all i am.