Aug 2015
This vacant warmth
I ******* hate it
I think I lapsed and missed my own funeral
Shrugged and felt my head roll off
But did nothing
Because what’s the point, anyway?
What’s the ******* point?
I ******* hate it
I think I lapsed and missed my own funeral
Shrugged and felt my head roll off
But did nothing
Because what’s the point, anyway?
What’s the ******* point?
3:52am, August 10th 2015
I can't escape this feeling
that I have lost something irreplaceable,
and without name.
I keep reaching out and grasping space.
Was it stolen, lost, or never here?
Has age merely revealed this gap, or deepened it?
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anythinghere.
there was never anythighere
therwas neveranythign here
therrwasneveranygthniever
therawasnevrabtghere
therwanevthnigeher
therneveher
I can't escape this feeling
that I have lost something irreplaceable,
and without name.
I keep reaching out and grasping space.
Was it stolen, lost, or never here?
Has age merely revealed this gap, or deepened it?
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anything here.
There was never anythinghere.
there was never anythighere
therwas neveranythign here
therrwasneveranygthniever
therawasnevrabtghere
therwanevthnigeher
therneveher
