Breakfast

“He transfixed the crowd with his misaligned eyes and playfully demonic smile.”

Are you there?

Alexis Vasilikos

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Sometimes I think of the old days

Those where your eyes were nothing more than an unsolved mystery

Back when your mind was Inaccessible and your heart refused to give in

What have I done? What have I done? To you.

I'm an abyss, everything comes in but nothing ever comes back out

I'll suck your soul and crash it into little pieces of lost hopes and big dreams

Will I ever be enough?

Am I dragging you into this unbearable insignificance?

Should I set you free from the curse of ordinary and mundane?

There in the crowd, we're just a number. Only that and nothing more. No one will jump or shout or cry to our command.

And that's the awful truth, maybe we're only meant to see the life from afar. No spotlights. No curtain call.

The guilt always comes creeping in. I'm secretly so happy in this eternal nothingness. My heart rest warm in your pain.