You’re a little more boisterous than you were as a youth.
You were only a little lonely.
Crying at critique, now it feels like a sigh of relief being recognized.
Living subtlety, accepting death as your endgame…
I can’t retain your name, I’m a visual learner.
I’ve seen skies turn from one spectrum to the next.
I feel resistance pull my breath, I have lost my capacity for air.
I wonder if I stare into space long enough would anyone realize I’m not here.
I channel fear into rage.
Drink this here, you’ll feel better than great.
Leave the sphere, lack of air in space.
I wait until pressure makes me pop.
You’ve only been a little lonely.