March 2, 2026 by Mo Mahon

Sunshine, worried for a wasted day

Why do I care so much

As the sun seeps in through the slit of a curtain

I can feel my mind run fuzzy

Thinking of water and how it can be so costly

Am I truly saddened by this Sunday

Or was it the alcohol I slept through

The dizzy spell I had felt so true

Nightly sacrifices

I try to make it up to you

Yet I stare at the ceiling

I feel irritable, angry, needy, and thirsty

Watching the leaves cloak over the pavement with shade

Leaving to bathe

Towel texture unchanged

My eyes fixate and then blur in and out

Yet my mood is unchanged

Walking about

Buying things we can’t afford

Smiling at sparkles and your attempt to give me the world

I didn’t want to waste the warmth

And in doing so I gave you nothing but my freezing touch

My fingernails digging into the skin

Fragmented by the pain within

Sorrows felt for life left unloved

Itching at my own inner turmoil

Leaving me alone and vulnerable

As you sit and stare wanting to undress my thoughts,

I close them off, though tears silently fall

As breath is exchanged

I desire to distinguish its existence in nicotine-filled air

The clock pressures me to switch, to move on and lay to rest

As kittens tempt to approach, as babies chase their mothers, as beer becomes a float

As my stomach starts to hurt

I think of how my feet used to burn

How I’m unable to hold an honest smile today

How hardly I tried to be okay

Still troubled by dissatisfaction

With myself? With my never ending expectations?

Am I growing, am I proud, am I meant to be here and now at all?

My eye lashes clump up

My under eyes darken

Maybe I shouldn’t drink at all

Or smoke

Or fail to eat before lunch

Maybe I should delete so much on my screen

Remove Netflix from my search history

Do things more loving alone

Take a breath and don’t be so harsh

As my body tingles and I start to feel insane

A walk is in order

Music is therapeutic

A scribble of words written down

Compliments to a stranger to feel better

Budgeting my money 

drawing something hard

Feeling safe and observing every crumb and sound

syncing up movement

Treating ice cream like poison

I fear i may be becoming less when I am more

I am energy and never want my glass to go unfulfilled