Unspoken me, rebirthed. Angles of life make my eyes weary, my eyelids are pained from the history that’s fallen the length of my lashes. Acquired apathy screams into my face as I stumble off of the beaten path. I quickly wonder where am I going, for I cannot see what lies in front of my heart.
I miss missing you, I yearn for purpose. I am wholly unwhole, unscathed yet scattered. I’ve fallen flat to my face and the earth seems to shatter beneath my entire self. Grasping at life, yet unsure of exactly what to hold to and paralyzed with fear. Oh, Unspoken me, look where you’ve gotten me.
I find me, again, unrecognizably so. I find myself here, going there, which in all actuality turns out to be nowhere again. Vicious circles of lost causes and souls all entwined into one little piece of me. I feel that I need something stronger than the cigarette between my lips to suppress the urge to scream obscenities- nasty little words that will surely spill the fear that hides so deeply in my thoughts.
So yes, as it appears my words are mistakes, my thoughts unclean. Everything today is so unlike yesterday that my mind spins, circling circling circling.
How can tomorrow come when yesterday never existed?
