my heart
Aches.
my heart
Yearns.
i shall
dive
head first
into the deep end.
i shall
venture,
into
the Thick of It
but perhaps that was fatuous.
my own folly blindsided me.
the Clock Man told me
that every day
we succumb to the grasps of Death.
oh!
what a revelation!
an Epiphany!
body and soul,
overcome
overwhelmed
overworked
in the end,
we are all
No
More.
i regress.
out of
the Thick of It
my heart is incorporeal.
allow such despair.
i shall not go on any longer.
