What could be

Dopamine tank

running on fumes.

Chasing the high

with cramping legs.

Just want to sleep.

To scream, to run away.

To feel everything.

To feel nothing.

My mouth is dry and eyes pixelated.

I know I should be productive.

but weeks pass in blinks,

and years during my second guessing.

A lifetime in hesitation.

Trapped in the purgatory

of what is,

and what could be.