Nonsense

yes – yes – yes.

a checkmark next to just about everything he said. someone just like me. but different. he had a girlfriend.

exhaustion is the new staple of my aura as it polices every thought to prevent additional isolation.

just means i’m even quieter, ever more engaged in ruminating, past replays, current pains and future aloneness.

it feels like a life prison sentence no one is aware of and instead of me asking for money on my books they ask me to do the books and give them the money.

god is a silver lining, yes? it’s okay to feel like a failure at life if you know that someday you have a real home to go to, a place with no judgement where your burdens are welcomed like the gifts they are.