I don't know how to feel
anymore
or how i continue
to function
in the eye of the
storm
broken particles floating
in the void that i
call home
the way they twist your words
into nothing. it doesn't mean
anything - nothing does. and
it never did. Tomorrow is but
a psyop experiment
like yesterday never was, forever
we chase no matter what, its never
Ever
Enough
no matter what, its never enough
no its never
ever enough
our lives acting like timelines entangled
into an uncomfortable knot but it
doesn't matter much
nothing
ever
does
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from the books ill (probably) never write
Short StoryHey! Each poem here is going into one of my future books ill probably never write. As always, Enjoy!!!-Avec Amour~Hayley
