sinking

the realm of possibility shrinks. I sink further into myself with the rain on the window and a headache. enough damage without the headlines. 'what a miserable day'.

when I come home the rooms feel empty despite every memory's ghost and pictures on the walls. the cat doesn't remember me. I feel too long and lonely in the bed that's held me more than any other ever will. what has become of my refuge? where do I turn now? I blame the brain I can't think beyond for every loss and damage. I miss my openness and hope. maybe it's just another day. stars shift behind curtains and forecasts change. there's always more tomorrow.

the cage only tightens. blue light screams through empty shells and words that never end. I don’t understand anything.