Hazy. Hazed. Haze.

Sums up my lazy days.

Blurred beyond borders,

yet stuck in this corner.

Crazy. Crazed. Craze.

Sums up my manic days.

Missing mellow middles,

having cried, a little.

Lying. Liar. Lie.

Tell the room that you’re fine.

Seeking silent solace,

having known I lost it.

Crying. Crier. Cry.

No one hears you at night.

Missing mellow middles,

having died, a little.