Unspoken absolution, screaming to me. My life is blank canvases and empty tomorrows, blatant discontent hearts that hide in the hollow of the moon. Disfigured and mangled in the sea of unsurety- I’m drowning. No air, no easily passing moments. Struggling eternally, still drowning, can’t seem to find my place. I seem to fit nowhere, to mean nothing to all of the somebodys that drown among me. I yearn to fall seamlessly from yesteryear to the future, yet find no foothole to grasp. The ladder is quickly falling from beneath me, the weight of myself and the entire world crushing my very being. My desires remain unheard, my truth unseen.
Just to be, easily; that would be nice.
