(0158) invisible to myself

half dead with a mixture of ink and anxiety. the ground moving backwards as i stay in place. overwhelmed but nobody's home. i take it you left before i did. the best i can do is nothing and somehow that's good enough. fall asleep each night as if nothing happened while the girl with a swirl in her eye looks to the sky, and the boy wanders around. excitement stirs in another room, but it's just noise. just noise in the background... but at least this noise is real.

(0157) barely breathing

a veiled promise under these veiled words. like scripture. you hold it in your hands. undeniable. forgot to tell you about the end. so sad. but i'm not there anymore. a coma-inflicted mess of thoughts leads only to one invariable flicker-free state of consciousness. plagues consequential to one another live in harmony. fakes a smile and moves to what's next. a girl with narcolepsy. take your money; spend it elsewhere. i don't breathe anymore. i live. but only for her. and now i see the magnificence of it all. like pushing hard, you don't let up. and the mirrors in this car were all face down as i went off the cliff so how beautiful then that i'm still alive. i'm still alive. but apparently, no one else in this world is.