screaming into the still 

when there's nowhere else to 

call your place 

your space

that's what your body is

right?

a soundless scape 

a murky drape 

a vessel to shape

belly breathing 

and softly beating 

can you find a home alone?

my nerve 

is copping out 

and you're going 

        too

            too 

                fast

i hold my breath

in my forehead 

just to listen to your stories

and to pretend to do the things 

you think i know

my eye rings can tell you

it all 

that was the pursuit, right? 

the opposite of loneliness?

growing up is  - 

i never thought the soft 

things 

would pierce the deepest 

and here we are -

cotton balls 

lacerate my heartstrings

and sedentary numbness 

takes my chest  

what's the word for feeling alone 

in a crowded room

what's the feeling of sadistic nostalgia 

for high school loneliness 

when you could 

cling to the hope of a 

new chapter 

a tomorrow

where your ppl would be

and you could wrinkle smile 

into the sun  

and not feel the rings around