a collection of observations

I can feel it creeping in when I'm tired or alone weak for a moment and suddenly I'm lost

Another study in clouds. I'm obsessed so I can't help it!

I had memories but they were a betrayal left without comprehension and lost in an a quagmire like abyss

echoes of thoughts consume like a curse my mind has been caught I fear that which would subsume the desolation of my empty heart

pieces of me are scattered in the ashes of who I was the resemblance may be uncanny but they're not enough

interlaced with my identity this anxiety weaves its web through me I am lost in the tangles

my world has not ended and the inexorable march of time continues and continues regardless of whether I want it to unknowingly, almost seemingly and I recognize this infinitesimal existence clings on

when you left it was not yet spring and now summer's lush world surrounds me yet this abyss threatens to overwhelm me consuming my thoughts, hopes, and dreams starting from the edges of my identity until the corruption comes from within

I thought of words I should have said and I regret never talking more for had we had more time and thoughts I hope I wouldn't feel just as lost

I forgot how to live it was all a bit much so I stopped and let myself be swallowed by the misery I held back trapping me in a place where I could never escape

a withered husk of who I was holding on, but only just I imagine that things could change but I wouldn't know where to begin anyway

South Carolina, USA

Thank you for those that take the time to read this. It is still so raw that I struggle to say anything about my dad without sobbing because it makes me acknowledge that this is my reality now.

I have no space in my head it is too full of dread the moments that I thought I could escape circle back and continue the chase I wander through thoughts like I'm seeking truth but in reality it is all to avoid thoughts of you

my world has not ended and the inexorable march of time continues and continues regardless of whether I want it to unknowingly, almost seemingly and I recognize this infinitesimal existence clings on

I thought I knew what it was but I cannot find words to match my thoughts I speak only indirectly as though with caution to avoid answering it concretely, a pure form of comprehension

interlaced with my identity this anxiety weaves its web through me I am lost in the tangles