i dont know when i started missing anonymity ( Read more... )

im withered and dry now ( Read more... )

six years of sighing and not a solid thought in my head ( Read more... )

empty buildings are abandoned and i'm dead ( Read more... )

im full of the smallest insects ( Read more... )

some day we'll be in our 50s ( Read more... )

whats change like? i don't know how i forgot
i've never been anywhere this long or quietly
people get ideas about the things they want to be
people see photos of places and they go to them
i don't know when i started feeling like people

think of the cold and of quiet roomsyouve never smelt my morning breath ( Read more... )

acrid faked complacency;
withered words creep out delirious
cyclical revulsion, im eating myself alive?
i woke up one day to a world that already ended.

im hungry and i know im not inhuman, and
i dont know what i want but im dying?
little revelations, im opening up.

ive got too many fingers and my eyes dont see enough
a calm came and went and im ( Read more... )

standoffish and vacant, im finally forgotten
ive always been the hole in others' lives.
broken fingers prodding broken eyes,
rubbing a desert out of the pits and the corners,
i scream dry, a croaking and unenthusiastic shout
waking up in a fog, im quiet and alone and discontent