SS0-II

Somewhere along the axes that made up his psyche, between the bars that cress every thought or sensation, rests a hole. One might think it came to be when the incident took place, but he felt like it was there, or technically not there, all along. It's a strange entity if one might call it that. This void, depths of pitch black nothingness, echoing wordless silence, calls for him with the wave of  a non-existing hand. He can see it now, he can understand it, but he never saw it coming. The framework of one's mind disappears with a faint gradient to outline the void, as if it's the quicksand for the whole of reality, minus him. He sees himself falling, without any fear or distress, without any sense of anxiety or peril. He is in perpetual motion. There is nothing, no sides or circumference, nothing that can be physically sensed. Basically, nothing to contort.

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SS0-I

Hey stranger

I'm sitting in a room that can dim any ray, vibration or notion of change, to an unfathomable string of words. I sit down and look around, the tiniest particle of dust, the unruly books that claim the desk as their own and rightfully so. On the yellow wall, four heads are bowed, the crestfallen girls of a land lost in a sinful slow dance with a tinted rhetoric. They look down on a piece of poetry, as if they can read it:

"window was yesterday,
and a sun that only shined on me.
Tree is today,
and a shade craving for my jaded soul.
Breeze is tomorrow,
in a scorching summer day, when I am burning,
waiting for you.

You are yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Not just for me, but for whoever knows the windows and the trees and the breeze."



Olive leaves glow when they share a look with you
singular stretch of a second
shattered soon after, the crushing grip of a soothing thought:
'Remain and you shall overcome"
hacked in the core of the waltz
obliging their every move, but
the trace of their eyes
still paints my night sky
as they wait, settles the dust of time
on their hairs and on their homes
on the doorknobs and window shades
"Remain and you shall overcome".

Remain the forsaken walls
to validate a dead society
long after the rain washed the curse off the tombstone.

Ominous and dire
they watch the road
they watch the moon above them
and they watch the dirt beneath
and they watch the bright dust that lays in between
"To remain is to overcome"
they think to themselves
as the dust waltz
their aches into oblivion.