So it’s like I feel the pain of crying without the energy to do so, or the concern. It is a numbing hurt. I can’t stand it, but I want to wallow in it. Crying out about it is a sign of weakness on my part and an inconvenience to everyone else. Stuck in a shallow grave with my own thoughts. There’s no use in speaking. No one’s listening to the dirt.
Is this a prayer? To whom?
Snapping away from the pull of time and responsibility. I am stretched……---- Snap. Has it happened yet? I can’t say because I can’t feel the sensation in this numbness. Perhaps the numbness is the sensation. Meaningless.
No need to save or name this document. No one cares. I don’t even care. Yet I save it hoping something will happen. Something needs to happen.
Thanks for reading. Now please dig.