#nonrhyme
This is the bottom.
For months, I have felt this hollow tunnel inside of me. It has been the only constant for a while. Like a wind tunnel on fire.
Steadily I have felt worse in ways I never imagined. Each morning has been harder to get out of bed; I genuinely can't remember a day that didn't start with me bent over the toilet. Yet I stand, shakily. Sometimes covered in ***** - and I clean myself up.
I get in my car. And I drive to work.
I am empty inside. I have no story. I have no melody.
I am untitled.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Move to the vibrancy,
Of a ripple from a raindrop.
Feel the current shift infinitely,
As they touch the water top.
Drifting with waves that crash and change.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 9:58 AM UTC