excused

absent and excused from myself. cold fingers and calls for validation from the perpetual stream of faces on my phone. I read the news and watch the world burn and still come crawling back to the mirror. the knowing does nothing and we are all just the same. I wonder what it takes to make us care about something as much as ourselves.

ego is an armour I can't shake: claws tear deep under the skin into the doubts rushing through my veins to keep me running. nothing is enough. I breathe in validation and exhale a cry for more.