litote_convoluted: art: [stars.]
Stars.
lighthearted, calm,
and I am open.
Stick stick Stick
to me,
like clouds
or my eyelids before the adrenaline
of waking up in a cold sweat.
driving wears me out,
“but at least you are out!”
she says to me,
“and not sulking at that piano all day.” I
refuse to carry this on
any longer. My
piano is my lifeline,
and that was the last straw.
I will embrace it,
the depression,
the past parts of me i was attempting to ignore,
you attempting to suppress.
Depression.
I am not a slave to it,
I embrace it, and
it does for me
what you cannot.
forcing me out of the house
cannot change my
being lost to you,
cannot change my
being lost.