It started with a series of sighs
And one slow blink.
It ended in clouds of emotion
Building in my head
Until one final bang. One loud sound in the endless
Silence.

It's identified as small indents
In my very matter. Whether I
Matter or not.
My busy brain bleeds
Overwhelmingly.
My fragile fingers do not
Find
What I'm looking for.

The Realization is
Nothing short of
An invasion of privacy.

The potholes in the roads of my
Mind
Are footprints.

Your footprints.