why is there a windtunnel in my mind
that eats all my words
and leaves me with nothing but the
sound of broken thoughts blowing
through the wind
how do I begin
to even piece together the fragments
of thoughts barely formed? When you are
nothing nothing nothing more
Then something trying to fill an empty space
... because sometimes that nothing fills bigger than the something
the space follows you whole; watching yourself from the outside of
your skin
the darkness feels bigger than you
the feeling of sickness seems to poison the soul its
connected to
why does this empty space have to infiltrate the
best of me