This is the quiet of reality
felt and believed
Seconds bleed,
minutes are everything
Inside the dark plum color of silence
a steady hum of detachment
more thoughts, more questions
punctuate my willingness to believe
emphasize it as weakness
Me, I am not worth it
You see this and all I cannot
Parts are missing
and we, we will not work
All is quiet, reality does this
Reality Unwanted