I’m an untitled Mess.

I was lost in my chaos and in my lack of rest.

My life is an untitled Mess.

I let it slip away and throw me into a wreck.

Joy can be an untitled Mess.

We strive to reach something that I will never catch.

The future is an untitled Mess.

It comes and goes as it pleases and carries only tests.

Everything is an untitled Mess.

It lacks stability and my current trust.

This is an untitled Mess.

It is an untitled, unfinished mess.