I can’t think through the distance
Can’t breach my own damn mind
Just listening to nothing
White noise all that I can find
It fills up all the distance
With it and nothing else
It fills up with emptiness
And only there I see myself
Every incident is anger
Every moment in between
Is the distance of the stars
The emptiness unseen
Every beauty is a danger
Every whisper is a scream
When all our peace ends in wars
And it doesn’t mean a thing
Sorry doesn’t make it even
When you can’t even make a reason out
And your best excuse for treason
Is that in finding any cause, you find a cause to doubt
There’s a line I do not cross
It would put me beyond parody
I could not stand the loss
True genius does not fit, you see
I would lose my great facade
Faced with the child that I am
And in trying to be a god
Be only that much less than man
Troubles rise wakeful,
Chaos dances in the wind;
Hope slumbers dreamless.
You know you have a hole to fill;
You carry it around.
So as you see us standing still,
The questions run aground.
Why leave behind a shovel
Just to cover with a tarp?
Because some things are never full,
And shovels can be sharp.
I should be drowned in rivers
Streams should flow of tears
But currents barely quiver
And I’ve looked away for years.
How can I complain about an unlife
When I know that it is my life,
And whatever goes unchanging,
It’s my fault that it’s so?
Frantically, she tore up the floorboards. “It has to be here!” she half-screeched, as she darted to and fro, searching different places. In the end, she collapsed, crumpling into a heap in the middle of what was left of the floor. Her bleeding fingers pulsed with pain, a reminder, and her glazed eyes wandered to one of the places where she’d torn up the wood. There should have been something underneath of it. A secret passage, a beating heart, a hidden stash with all the answers in it. Dirt, even. She would’ve taken dirt. But instead there was nothing. Just the void, that endless dark. “There should have been SOMETHING,” she whispered, eyes tearing up. “But there wasn’t,” her mind hissed back. Instead of crying, she began to laugh; a mad laugh. The darkness didn’t end at the floorboards.
I’m not intending to be shallow,
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But shallow’s what I am;