I'm in a dimension
Where everything is nothing
And nothing is everything
Like you and me

Like catching wind with your hands
You felt it
Yet you got nothing

Like using chopsticks to scoop water
The sticks got wet
But you scooped nothing

They say,
Prevention is better than cure
But I say,
Experience is a better teacher.

Let me wait
But if it means forever
Then let me wait forever

Soft lips
Speak truths so small
In the moment I slip
You drift away
Away from it all

I can feel myself fade away in a cycle.
Thin skin never did suit me well.
Each day broken up into tiny manageable parts.
Built to be a curated filter my personality must fall through.

This is not repair, but maintenance.
An entropic form that must dilute to remain safe.
I am a capillary of my years, resentful of oxygen.
No pulse can sift through me now.
I'm alone in this vena of an apartment.

Certainly there is no breaking of barriers here.
A refusal to spill blood for the wait makes this almost
pleasant.