vermillion

comfort is upsetting and upset is comforting,
like left is right and up is down.
time is irrelevant and so is direction.
and who am i to judge the faults of others?
but who are they to judge mine?
so why do i weep for them still?
why do i weep at comfort and writhe at sorrow
and why do i vomit at the past and at the future?
i act like i'm not weak but i am a little boy.

12/01/22
-ch.rlie