Ash Wednesday! ​I Want To Eat Lunch On Her Shattered Ego

​I Want To Eat Lunch On Her Shattered Ego
Written by Ash Catcher 

Eyes contacted, something forever pending. 
Unanswered invites, anxiety shaking and sweating. 
Bolting up in the middle of the night. 
Nausea settling in- would be cool if I stopped over sharing and overwrite. 

The on going sentences sputtering from my face. 
That messy process it takes to constantly come up and create. 
From fucking thin air, how can I keep breathing life into this "brand" 
Is something fucking normal boring people will never understand. 

I want to eat lunch on her shattered ego. 
Addicted to words, popping them like placebos. 
Painted colors across the sky. 
I am just looking for someone to pass the time before I kick it and die. 

Packed up with the same intentions. 
And let's me honest there has been some honorable mentions. 
The only way out is through. 
Internally screeching like a banshee and Sioux. 

​But some days I am more confident and comfortable in myself then others. 
Except when I get excited about something entirely unrealistic and unrelated, and the conversation needs to keep going and recover. 

A stagnate Stargate doesn't seem appealing or possible. 
My favorite part about the two of us is all the things that remain a mystery and inaudible. 
Aches in my head l, but it's not from the cold. 
I was just thinking about you, like it's some sort of secret proposed code. 

I want to eat lunch on her shattered ego. 
Addicted to words, popping them like placebos. 
Painted colors across the sky. 
I am just looking for someone to pass the time before I kick it and die. 

Had to remodel my life a few times since we last spoke. 
You ever have nights alone in bed and you reach over and there is just silence and smoke. 
I've been breaking the 4th wall- or was it dimension.
Hey I found this new thing if you count backwards from 20 and close your eyes the background will start to disappear. You'll become the admin of circumvention. 

My habit has teeth- (Addiction) 

All of Spirits turned to Ash by the end of the night.

Will be pretty cliche, but I think it's clever- try to go into the light. 



-ash ​