Weltschmerz
i’ve finally collapsed under the weight of life
and something opened underneath
i pray you will be haunted by me
the dust of my specter on everything you touch
it was only a moment
it was only a moment
where i was real and you weren’t
i have the loneliest feeling
in this city of sin
dodging other lost souls
like freight trains
like ships passing in the fog
i open portals with my own magic
and find my imminence in the abyss
i clasp its hand and rise into my becoming
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dear reader— it is time for me to step back from this space and spiral inward… i will return when i am on the other side of something. until then…
-A