You’re at your wits’ end. No need for me to see broken eyes or shaking fingers, to guess the erratic heartbeat. It began with a whisper before it transformed into a deafening roar. They drowned reason.
It hurts to watch. Yet I can’t let it go just like this.
Stranger you are, stranger you still will be. Don’t go. I can’t have this space rid of you.
Listen, let me listen. I have no remedy, but I will not turn at the sight of ugly.
These scars, these hurts, don’t leave them bleeding. I am here, the isolation you speak of is a lie concocted by the harm.
For if I could face the darkness for this person and that… why would I not, for you?
Newsflash: In a world so connected, we’ve found more ways to die.