My memories have begun to fade

And now,

Calling all you angels

Why can't things be

and just let be

I'm still crying, yet my eyes keep dry

So lonely

Singing, wailing out nonsense syllables

That helps.

Laughing hysterically and playing catch-up hydrate,

slow skip heartrates.

and with the help of spongy foam to rest against

And a king-sized Milkyway

I am pacified

Sure of nothing

And expectant of everything

Vice versa situations never end

And random lyrics could describe where I am

between moments, and moments past

"When I look to the sky,"

"nothing makes sense."

"Wake me up."

There's no reason to have this kind,

this brand and procedure

of empty.

And I'm only lifeless

compared to past Olivias

who were all so

so, so.

This is only temporary

for a little longer.

"And it will all be better"

just a little more.