rest.

i feel like i'm continually one step behind myself
with every sip of caffeine I feel more and more sluggish
food doesn't give me energy it weighs me down like a rock in Greasy Lake

this perpetual ache in the pit of me eats away at the lining of my stomache
it doesn't burn it rolls rolls around inside of me threatening to throw itself out of me

he said "home" and asked what i saw in my head
i said "besides the migraine?"
he wanted me to say my childhood house or where my mom is
i just saw The Cottage
i think i'll only ever see a cottage
i think i'll only ever see a place that's never been mine