i do not remember my name. who i was, or from where i came lost at sea a sea of other forgetfuls grey, numb, devoid of light lifelessly ambiguous yet black and white
listlessly wandering to nowhere, from nothing
life has not been easier, i have only felt more numb and feel nothing but pain therefore feel nothing
humidity or tears? the ink streaks of red are streaks of blood both have become worthless; its value inflated; i no longer come up to breathe
i don't care where we go when we die, as long as its away somewhere warm, somewhere lovely, somewhere with the light of day
yet here i lay every night dreaming of the dream dreams wild dreams stupid dreams that will never come true those dreams have chained me and now i am here