not wilderness
i feel more disconnected now than i have in a long long time. even more so now that i'm typing it into words on a screen rather than letting it slide out from between my own teeth. from all of the friends i want to be closer to.. that are just right next to me, and can't. instead i will waste away beneath the tabletops and placid, cool cement untill the work comes all out of me untill i am finished. like you in your dark room through your ceiling where the stars shine through.