Fragmented Footnotes on Self-Diagnosis - We Never Learned To Live

Endless alarm

You surround yourself in endless shades of grey

When there’s signs that it’s obvious to cut away the chains

When there’s hope that it’s easier pushing thread between the seams

It’s not silence, but is it close enough for you?

And sometimes it’s easier to speak to no-one

When I counted these mistakes and I feel unchanged

A memory deeper than the sea, the mother of us all

With partial paralysis, the shadow turned his lips white

It’s not silence, but is it close enough for you?