"don't go back just because it feels good"
the voice echoes through my empty being
sinking deeper and deeper and deeper down
my temptations to go in circles go up
i. do not. need. that.
i
do not
need
that
i
do
not
need
that
it doesn't feel good
nothing feels good
i grasp onto nothing that was never something
i am fully aware it was always nothing
but somehow i am still blind and unbridled
how can i not know something so painfully obvious?
the picture was out in the open for me to see
and every step i took the picture came back
the same fucking picture
why did i ignore that damn picture
why was i so stubborn
