Elucidating Questions

The music that is the tide of the sun,

With words of him

Some silver

Or whomever is the loudest

Change in the

Tone.

The one that makes me the nobody,

The one that cries, lies, and dies.

The one that comes in like something on fire,

But not really,

That Mercurian heat.

Nobody.

Is a fucking feeling.

We want to see the day

Where nobody

Dies.

Reminding I don’t feel like a person and it shouldn’t feel like that for anyone.

A callous, brash, fibbing, wonderful, loving, gentle feeling.

The words that hung suspended in space that I want to take back,

That I wanted to take me to

Being seen.

Thinking the connection of the words to the people who wrote them down

Because what I want to say gets lost along the way

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid of tomorrow and I’m afraid of being alone. I’m afraid of September and I’m afraid of the clock blinking and the earth dying and the feeling I’ll never ever

Be somebody.

I have to be somebody,

If there was ever a chance of there being somebody,

But I don’t even know if I’ll be able to do the bare minimum.

The future is not bright,

I can’t see past the line I have no stability past it or up until it or

Something but I know I’ll be here

And that terrifies me…