my body seemingly drifts away from reality. with nothing to hold onto i slide down the never ending whirl of my mind. it takes me to the darkest part and seems to leave me there. i try to find something to grasp, but instead i fall deeper into it.

my troubled heart corrupts my mind. it thumps me awake in the conciousnes of my dreams. in my waking days it remains in my feels.

my presence is the equivalent of 3 big boxes. i carry them around, straining myself until my arms fall off the ground. they back away from the sudden thud. i took their silence as a response.

i feel transparent. everything i touch gets out of my grip. my hollow body disappears with the slight swift of air.