i am sure
of nothing.
dropping through the dark
staring at the where i think the sky might be
with my eyes closed
cause there’s no point in looking.
it is so empty in here….
at least i think but
no one can really say for sure
because the person who should know best
has always been lost
in slow tidal waves of his dreams.
i clasp my hands tightly
around my head
until they shake;
no one will ever want to look in here
when i am gone
as echos of pleading love stretch for miles
into a complete absence of life.
i can’t explain anything
because the truth beneath these bones
is buried in the dark unmarked
like a secret you wish you could remember.
i don’t know
if i’ll ever find a way out
of myself.