Not Anything

on the spot

Something inside is taking holds on me, and dear, my honey, you need not fear of what I must say.

I am not comprehensible at this moment, due to the very static migraine I am having, it is slowly rising.

Nothing is making any sense to me at all; I am seeing words, floating uselessly, in front of me.

Save your arguments, please, for I was no one you should’ve been confiding in, because I am remote, bleak, isolated and in a trance.

I cannot see reality anymore.

I… cannot… see… anything anymore…