What Week (12/2018)

It happened again. I snapped.
I never realize it until I’m back.

That was a week.
Did nobody see?
Does nobody know they can reach out to me?

Normal me, falling so calmly to the ground,
‘til I shoot my parachute with my old dark sound.

Nobody will notice.
Nobody will see.
They’ll say, ‘he’s flying’, cause they don’t know me.

I read it in my writing.
I hear it in my tone.
I feel it when I’m in a crowd
and I’m still all alone.

But, now I’m just calmly falling.