Hello.
Hi.
I'm tired.
That sucks.
Words circling the screen.
Almost no change.
A few lol's but no laughter.
The "I'm sorry" but with no genuineness.
How are you's but with little interest.
The clock ticks and we drift.

Sailing away from the harbours
That once had stability.
From storms and sadness but
Now they only fill the holes in my ship with styrofoam.
Filling my head with stones I try to sort through.
Where is the diamond amongst the coal.
Why so much weight?

Hands growing cold on the screen, thumbs still and brain on pause.
Blinking empty eyes.
Heart too exhausted to try and hoist the life raft to shore.
When no one bothers to grab ahold.
While I dig myself out of the grave
They scream for attention.
But I cut the strings.
Because I can only lose so much blood.
There is only one oxygen mask.
I've fought the dark for years.
There's been no hands to hold in the shadows.

The war they believe to be over. Raging.
The battle they believe was won.
Is losing.
The person they see.
Was dead a long time ago.

So hello, hi.
I'm fine. How are you?
Tired?That sucks.
Good morning, Goodnight.
If you want to mean something.
There are more words than these to choose from.
But I understand.
I've never been one for them either.

ACCLIVITY
series
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