I've seen better days. I've been in better states. Days without inner decay. Held together by better bindings than fading splintered sanity. I feel the painful disconnect from you; steering clear of what was once ours.
I've lived and died while still alive and doomed to walk this earth a dead man.
Cluttered. Messy. I don't know what I've reduced myself into. This is all I can make for now.