Never enough air
to breathe.
Never enough time
to think.



Let me out God let me out
let me out
let me out letmeoutletmeoutletmeoutletme

I am
more massive,
more fragile
than you might ever imagine.

I am not

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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3 Responses to Frantic

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    Felt like I was spiraling down something with you… More massive and fragile, and suffocating at the same time, but these are things that make you a writer I think.

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