nameless.
this depressive disgust comes in cycles.
the same conversations && the same faces
words of worth engulfed in dirt.
all of my substance lost in long winded give ins.
but the days keep getting longer && we forgive each other.
forgive me.
we hang onto threads that are barely breathing && concepts of emotion plague my memories && a myriad of remnants affirming beliefs carved into my mind like holding stone.
i am the beaten horse.
i am self sufficent.
i am nothing.
the days get longer && we lose each other.