complexity

the feeling of uncertainty that comes in waves courses through my veins and leaves my skin flushed with frustration. at this particular moment i cannot differentiate between being part of the living or the dead. what was once a shimmering spectrum of light has now been upturned into a limitless void.

i want something that will make me feel whole

i need to push through walls that will enable these thoughts to flourish.

i've been stuck in a daze trying to claw my way through obstructions that seem to be endlessly reinforced. what do my current objectives mean in the context of your agenda? does the worry that i inflict in you carry a cause for concern?

i do not know what i love.

i do not want to feel your skin or heart.