I am two days late
but still twelve hours early
With shaking hands
And how do you
How do you breathe when there is no air
just fogging of windows and lungs that claw for purchase for something for anything for nothing and so we beat on or we wait or we will what am i saying what does it do i what do you mean I’m
So
Lost
everything smells like smoke like cigarettes or fire or like or factories that bleed waste and i can’t but karma talks in numbers that spell riddles and they say this is what i get you get we and for a minute i lost i lost i won that medal when i was ten in a competition that no one else competed in so gold is winner by default the first loser and i can’t think my chest is hollow and every gasp is shallow but please help me help me help me help
Oh god
Is this what drowning feels like?
what if it swallows me up and i’m nothing left just a hand above water or a sentimental message left on a headstone the stone is rolling where moss sits but that’s not where why no how it used to be or how it is is it possible to die just from too much could i be isolde consumed a frantic love duet sung alone where words speak dissonance and notes sing devastation that weeps and fights and eats away until all that’s left is the parts that no one needs to look at that i don’t want to look at and i just think think think think i think that
Nothing feels a whole lot like everything feels a whole lot like nothing
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