Is it possible that I could feel your presence?
after transitional transversed  mishaps
unfortunate twinklets of wasted stars
watered to wither in the dying greenery

Is it possible you are a hand width away?
just the other day on the promenade
watching the sails of the ships change course
tacking to that bountiful paradise of ours

Is it possible that we are counting mere days?
the indescribable pulsating of mere aliveness
running as the night draws into darkness
where whispers are above our withins

You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.

Like when my
red silk dress slips off
you melted my
sadness away
now I’m naked
before your eyes

I am tired.
“Lol, Same.”
I am sad.
“Lol, Same.”
I am depressed.
“Lol, Same.”
I want to die.
“Lol, Same.”
My life seems pointless.
“Lol, Same.”
I literally wish I was never born.
“Lol, Same.”
My existence feels like a never ending downfall, countless pain and misery.
“Lol, Same.”
I’m going to **** myself.
“Lol, same.”

“May they now rest in peace.”
“Why didn’t they say anything?”