Honestly

This weekend is doomed

not the end of the world kind of doom

but doomed to have a sad stench of self pity and numbness


crawling inside myself



enjoying the cramped comfort only I can provide

recharging for the long road ahead

and checking in as much baggage as I can

while praying for it all to be lost somewhere in the deep pockets of my mind



This shell is getting so damn fragile it can't afford any more exposure.