in the void, there was a clamor to

drown in waves that you shouldn't be swimming in.

they envelop you like a cloud, a fog that bites.

I went catatonic for the duration.

like even the most committed stoners,

hypervigilance and prickling fear were

the first to respond to my lonely heart.

I am obsessed with fanatical delusion

that turn us, from time to time, into goblins.

like consuming sadness and aching regret, may never had a function.

the hapless hero, frozen with grief.

time will tell.

to be a person is to suffer.