i miss you right now, and you’re only 2km away. how will i live in a week’s time, when we’re over 540km apart? when the sun of my soul is too far to see? i’m being swallowed by this open-ended unknown, treading through the waves of ticking hours; everything is too few and too wrong and burns terrorizing revenge down this sandpaper throat. so: is this it? locked within a dark destiny and drowning under the weight of its locks, forcibly embedded with alien corpses inside my ever-breaking flesh, delusional ears choking on a cacophony of phantom bells? for that is what a you-less life will be: a fate too intolerable for realization.
