[Detatched] Mind Clock 0:00

Wait. I need a moment.

A substantial pause.

A valid moment of silence.

…

I (in)visibly clutch my chest

wait for air

wait for sound

I wait for you

For it. Does it have to be that though?

I mean, does it have to be the usual?

Can a longing be without you?

I fear not. For you come to me in so many forms.

I’m losing the game I play with myself.

And when I have lost my own battle, who will save me then?

No one, because you are not here.

You with no name and no sound and no identity of your own.

You are life-long torture. You truly are.

What makes you unique?

We are one.

I must force this – or suffocation will come…