sometimes nothing makes sense

you put one foot in front

of the other

brave brave brave

phone lines get tangled

around words left unsaid

a connection is missed

static

your heart yearns

to speak

be heard

relief

a splash of water

on your tired face

not recognizing

yourself in the mirror

knowing that it’s you

disappointed that it’s not

a friend staring back

whats the

point

it’s been worn down to

dullness

mundane

grey boredom

i can’t give a voice to

a being I don’t understand