Elucidating Questions

Again the should have been continuation

Some dream somewhere.

The swirl of the colours in a canvas of time that threads the whites and blacks within the frame.

The sounds still hollow, the feeling of the bass as whispers of lies unheard and they will be forgotten.

There’s no place to go home to. There’s no one to talk to,

Not that way, never when it has to hurt like that to do it.

Hollow thoughts, and who cares?

So closely the eyes shut and there was care within the want to vomit.

But it doesn’t stick long enough.

There’s not enough power left. In the batteries.

They run out, and there’s no way to plug in. And the attempt to break the monotony with something that feels like alive

Just ends in guilt.

And I still don’t understand why I should have to live within life and never be alive,

But I’d rather not.

I would rather not.