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At a certain point

nothing makes sense and the viewer is enthralled by that

the electric fan hums it's hurt, the bedroom is forbidden.

At certain times the places all feel broken

I point a finger through the air at what isn't there

thick with nothingness it is only air

and I want to go back

to somewhere but it wont take me. It

doesn't want to see me coming. I am angry with it

I throw a water glass.

What can it be. What can it be that turns...

a frozen depth inside into a window

or a path that goes

inside that will explain all things once again

to me.

Reviews

[Brandrosky]

This is extrememly well done. The spacing and punctiation may be a bit off but the writing itself is beautiful. You perfectly capture the feelings of confusion and desertion in this piece. Being lost within oneself is a very scary thing and looking for an answer or a way out can be very difficult. Keep up the good work and keep hope as hope will always show you the way eventually.