In a room
-Everything grows dark like cataracts the fading of the world like fog everyone disappears and nothing’s left but me, I remain, I am still here I am always here and when I find this out there is no greater devastation it feels like crumbling tears falling with no one left to see that I too feel, I am not as was thought simply the sum of my words there was more to me there was, more to some part of me now gone with the multitudes now empty and hollow and vacant the self the me that remains now, I […]