And so you wrote and created. Wrote some more and curated. All this to make the black dog go away.
You sat in the dark on most nights.
Tonight, the only source of light is the black lamp you had, set up at the corner of your house.
Tonight’s the night you wanted to feel like that “body” because you haven't been feeling like that somebody. Or somebody to be honest.
You tried masking it all but it’s come to get what you owe it. And this time, it’s eating away at the little that you have left. Up to your neck with this feeling, life is trying to wear you thin but you good!you’re Okay!
That’s what I thought.