status: worn, tired, lonely, alive

i often feel a disconnect between

here and

here and here and here

and now and now and now

and

now.

what else but disconnect, or-

maybe chaos keeps up

keeps churnning

keeps someone on their toes.

i just don't know who.

or maybe i'm the only one feeling the disconnect

and the yawning chasms

and the things that never

NEVER

have made sense.

like the empty places in my gut

where something lived and then-

vanished, without leaving memory-

a clean break

if you will

(and if you won't,

it'll do the same thing anyway)

but nevermind

it's only time

and

it's only existance