des.fyi

dear@des.fyi

062023

how did i find myself here?

Money flows without a boat; unsustainable, where will I go? Wallet fulfilled, bank account gets through—how did I find these avenues? Desperation, a broken woman lurking on boards, websites with false words and malfunctioning souls.

Special I’m told, a gift I carry shooting through my neurons—why doesn’t anyone else see what I see, shall I simply carry on? Is there a way to move on from the burden lying beneath bone?

Love drives when I cannot grab hold of the wheel, what more must I endure before it becomes real?

XIXIII