It's been so long since anyone has asked me how I've been... and meant it. I can't think of some shining and energetic response... so I'll just say moderate. Loneliness leaked into apathy and I've been burying my feelings beneath a pile of avoidance, and if I can't answer you truthfully I'll just say what's right. I'll say moderate... I can still feel feelings but it's like they are down a long and cracked hallway, getting caught in the cobwebs and coming out in static. And when you ask me how I'm doing it's getting hard not to lie to you, as bad and good just melt together so I'll just say moderate. It's the basis we base the responsiveness of our lives of, and if all we can do is echo the emotions we've been creating I can only fucking say moderate. So laugh if you want, it becomes a light thrumming in my ears, for all it's worth. And I'll tell you... I'm moderate.
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PoésieI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
