“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!” - Call Me By Your Name

my specks of uncertainty

comfort clings on, that little darkness,

the nothingness that stretches

the peppered breaths that break apart the silence

you stare out into the void,

thinking of nothing, ideas, imagery which you 

cling on to, desperate to give form, to give 

backbones, words, structures, to make

sense, the technicality of things

parched, the clock ticks

the mundane race, the annoying cookie cutter dream

plastered upon all walls, the dissipating will

of a sleep that bring about temporarily relief, 

tomorrow comes, another day

tomorrow ends, an unforgiving nightmare

hello, you said to the dog that greets you

hello you said, counting the numbered hellos