too much time to think. crushing is how i would describe it like walls falling to the floor with a more than deafening crash a single hand suffocating my throat and along with it; a suppression of my creativity, and livelihood i’m not sure who i am without you. it’s been far too long. the mediocrity of my attempts at denial are almost laughable. if it weren’t so pathetic in it’s origin. the night proves to be the worst. stuck; contemplating a lost unity. a severance of what once was. the void and i have found solace in each other. alone, decrepit; trying our best to survive in whatever way, we can. avoiding the gaze of the time. this is such a strange place to be alive.
time is powerful, perhaps too much so. greater quantities do not bring wealth, just insecurity and doubt. i wonder when i will learn to come to terms with the workings of my mind. September 3, 2018.