Everything Is Mud Means Everything Is Muddy - Tumblr Posts

Heartless, harmless, hopeless

you have burrowed inside me

Everything is mud.

I think of it

Everyday

I crawl back

I run

I escape

It's inside me

in a silly way

climbing, crawling, nestling

making itself home

I look for it

searching is my life.

Hiding is my home, Haven.

Escape.

I leave only to be pulled back.

I always return.

This is my life.

Everything is mud.

It's nestled in me,

in every nook and cranny

in my head

coexisting with my thoughts

wrapped around my soul

Squeezing

I'll come back for it