gEt g0nE?

just why are you not done (with me) yet? is my exhaustion&zeroproductivity&regressiontoinner child&lackofpeace not enough? i forget this all encompassing void of emptiness amounts to nothing, an integral part of us that can’t be shared or lifted despite the space it takes although its weight quietly&swiftlyyet ever so invisibly is crushing me, restructuring dimensions, rearranging my fragile walls of sanity, hiding my little windows of false hope, distorting the passage of time, silencing my screams. just why don’t you get gone (out of me) yet? this hollow shell of empty beauty is nothing but words contained, letters that amount to nothing that can be shared…

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