unspeaking

like a yawn that makes your fingertips tingle just before you slumber

sum

hopes tempered by dread I dream

how tempting it is to blame others for the loneliness of life

does the germinating seed resent the surface?

sometimes I fear I’ll never learn how to truly handle the joy

maybe the mop? there’s soot everywhere it’s under my nails and under my soul where I shoved that self I swore to punish

don't you see: there's enough alienation in the world as is - we don't need yours too

me, myself, and I

The worst loss you’ll ever experience is always your own.

I resent how safe my self isolation makes me feel and yet how it also makes me sick.