nothing but the bliss of nothingness.
i am falling in this room.
these plants of mine sit in the grey window sill.
theres not enough sunlight to feed them and theyre starting to lose faith that spring will ever come.
i too lost my hope.
the soles of my feet lost their rhythm.
fingers tap my skull.
knock knock.
whos there?
its everyone that ive lost.
everyone that ill never meet.
secrets fill my mouth.
and music fills my ears.
but not my soul.
ive come this far just to sit in this room and be tortured.
tortured by the past.
the past.
