This is it

A bit off balance.

My head is tired.

I’m sick. Like actually sick. I can’t breathe. It’s a mucus party over here.

It’s not that serious.

It’s not always dramatic. It can be quiet.

Right now I’m on mute.

Are you sad? Yes.

Are you happy? Yes.

Are you angry? Yes.

The colors are numb. The meaning of motions. Some things should be feeling.

Hungry.

Losing weight by not eating. And its okay.

Did you know Hollow is a shape?

The dust stirs when the echoes scream.

Laughter scratches fragments of shattered glass.

The grace of apathy.

Or is it insanity?

Sorry, she’s not present anymore.

Shifty. Are you okay to keep going?

Sure why not.

This is it.

Like it or like it.