i scream consistently, back to back, into the void
no return no copy, no nothing, not even the faintest noise
see the void has closed, all alone, my chance I must’ve missed it
because I'm forever missing, forever gone, forever needing one more single  minute
separated by everything, consumed by everything 
I become nostalgic of the good and the bad, the absence and the addition
so here I am again, at the top of my lungs reciting

short stories to tell yourself, when no one else will listen.

counter clockwise

ok, tyler