this side of that dark line.

open and empty, i crawl inside myself reluctantly
and i find
it’s not worth exploring my reasons why.
there really is no cavern deep, there is no sowing seed.
i’ve succomb to the emptiness i feel
each night, wrapped around cotton and
feathers
by feel, i make my way to the door
where letting in the cold
exhilirates my sense,but
not i
(am incomplete)
day by day
dreaming
of…
envelopedbyfear
this restless nature contained
by
itself
is alive