Elucidating Questions

Restart, what is the question?

There isn’t one. Dying batteries and there was no control. There was a feeling of being important enough to have a life worth living.

Restart there isn’t.

Restart there was a feeling that if we could all come together change could be made.

That dream died in silence in the night when the names called turned away.

The haunting of this person I should just delete and forget and erase.

It wasn’t like that.

It was like I had this list of people who I had been listening to and counting on and that gave me strength and let me smile when hours and hours and hours had gone by alone.

Of course I don’t know his list that is what I meant.

I didn’t want to see it because I end up knowing things I never wanted to know.

There wasn’t supposed to be this on top I didn’t think anyone could carry it

So I tried to pass it around.

Except these things that no one wants

The end of the threads the ticking of the clocks the signs of the reapers growing loud again

And left alone with war to fight, when it was the one thing I couldn’t carry and no one.

That the only thing I have to stay at my side is planets and stars and galaxies because spread it around.

Give it away. Try to show love and feel it anyways.

So tired of flames. So tired.

So tired of being left when I wanted to bring everyone and keep them safe.

We tried so hard to keep it here, some faith or hope or something clear,

And all it did was end up as this.

There’s no one to miss if they never wanted me. When I wanted to protect them and keep them happy.

The ring was returned. The move unmade.

Found far away like a message that was sent. The feeling of being pulled to it.

And yet it was meaningless for no reason.

The feelings invalid, the loneliness just forever like was wished.

Keeps coming back like it’ll fix it when all the words are hollow and meaningless for a thing.

That’s all this ever will be. Some thing.

Some thing on a shelf and the moon which is unseen,

What on earth could possibly matter.

It’s all just lies not meant for this.

The lies were meant for some miss.

And that’s the part of the joke, I suppose I didn’t get.

Laughing at my expense.

Always.

At my expense.