“I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.” -A.E. Housman i don’t know how i feel or if i did whether i could translate such foreign feelings into words it has something to do with unexisting simply closing my eyes and erasing everything from everything else- nothing violent no war raged on my body no bitter end because i’d too erase the start instantly the world would come apart all the things you thought that mattered lying at your feet fallen and shattered i don’t want to be i don’t want to feel i don’t want anything that is to be real i don’t want to think i don’t want to touch i don’t want to breathe because i do it too much i don’t want to remember the beat of my heart i just want to sleep as the world comes apart i want to scream that i just don’t know while i collapse in some room alone so i can try to not figure it out i’ll just shut my eyes and wait for the rain to wash everything away or at least smudge it like an oil painting i want to destroy what you know as art i want the world to come apart. 10:24 AM