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i feel tonight as a being wrapped in old memories.
They are cloying and drip with slick and cold silver strings. A web of fear to enclose my little heart.
In this darkening void, i knew where the edge was. I still willingly walked out onto thin air.
I could understand that I, myself, am a being of lack and disgust
I know what makes a void like me too heavy for any surface to support
Yet how stupid am I to be surprised when i fell.
I have been caught in such a web again,
my fingers sliding off it’s wet surface,
deeper and deeper i slip away from the surface.
I can do nothing but grasp at empty air.
I wonder when the dark will claim me again.