So tired of rehashed discomforts,
Brain!
Fuck you,
Subconscious!
Dreams suck.
Always moving.
Boonies.
No home.
Always robbed,
Or having stuff taken,
Scattered,
Given away,
As parents used to do to me often.
Nowhere safe,
To ever hang my hat,
Or fully exercise just being me –
Without restraint!
Boonies.
