my world is shrinking, but not just. it e. x. p. a. n. d. s. it shrinks.
unanimous mockery breaking
false h o p e nowhere to go as i’m gone a. n. x. i. e. t. y invades my escape (what’s left) paints the wall a paranoid tint of red & (on me). voices .silhouettes.motions out of the border of my eye. stuck here.
remembering better times of despair as i make myself
this w. o. r. t. h.l.e.s.s.ness thatpullsmyworld out of r e a c h.
to the-next freshly erased.
“What constant re-angling of thoughts, an EndLess REaRRanGeMeNt of them,
but shit. What b r e a k s. What gives.” “As soon as I write I’ve already forgotten. I must remember. I must read.” Mark Z.Danielewski, HoL