everybody has something to say. words bounce from the walls without thought. every room a rattle of chatter. the more I hear the less I know. I try to listen and struggle to follow. there are too many people on my phone. everybody cries about something. my misery means nothing in the face of death and taxes. tomorrow comes on highways paved to take us to the end of days. I watch humanity collapse and still wait and hope for more from a world I can’t control. everybody wants to matter. I struggle with the weight of empty words I used to wield to build a funeral pyre. without meaning there’s still warmth enough to last another night.
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