Nothing is what it seems.
Every day my heart breaks a little more.
A few times a day I tell myself that the stories that take root in my head,
just like the dreams,
are nothing more than figments of my imagination.

With a head full of cobwebs,
I drag myself through life.

I couldn’t care less about anything.
I say nothing, but I feel.
Feeling is a sign of life
I clearly feel too much.
Be glad you’re alive
What an empty phrase.

The emptiness is all-consuming.

Sometimes when I think of you,
a smile appears on my face.
When I hear your voice,
my heart sings.

But....

As soon as you fall silent,
another large piece breaks off.

I trace the lines of your face.
Is this the sound of love?
A final kiss.
I say it for the last time
Whisper those words you cannot hear.

This is the last time I’ll respond, when you make yourself heard.

I put the finishing touches to it,
put everything aside and...

Leave.

_{Prompt: see title
18-4-2026
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