lacklust

it came across my mind with a pulsating hiss. i threw myself across a void that caused something within you to react. that was all i ever wanted, a reaction from you. for something within your conscious to acknowledge that i served somewhat of an existence in your sphere, in your microcosm full of the superfluous and meaningless. there is no fear that we're speaking dialects that we can longer relate to.

i found that nothing of you matters much to me anymore.

that there is no romance where there once before.