whisper upon whisper, grain upon grain. they pile up, until there is no space to breathe
not a pocket of air, only the damp black. hot. humid. cramping and stamping
extinguishing.
and then. it crushes, you're trapped like a bee on a wing
life has you now. in its hold
god i just feel so stuck, so frozen in this state. there's nothing i can do about it except wait it out, see how everything pans out in the end. and everything i hate is waiting. is not doing. this is too much // too little