am I living it right?.

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood and places to make it feel like home
but all I feel's alone
it might be a quarter-life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
either way

I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life

(...)

so what I've got a smile on
it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
don't you dare believe me
when I say I've got it down