Brain Rot
I stare at my screen,
melting into the colors,
thinking.
The brain fog makes me think
that thinking is the same as
believing and believing is the
same thing as doing.
I know it's wrong.
I waste all my time rotting

my brain.
It seeps into my
subconscious gingerly,
acting as a friend,
wavering,
a shimming vibration
fading through my cells
and taking everything
I have ever wanted.
I can't kill the backward run that clouds my judgment.
I can't stop time from taking my life away from me.