I'd like to write a poem for you
but I'm not sure you'll even exist
to me
nor do I know if I'll still exist
by the time the overwhelming sadness
leaves my innards.

Cluttered is my mind
while my soul is emptiness.

I can't remember the last time I cried
for something that was current.

My emotions have a range
parallel to a rice cake
and I don't know when it happened.

I used to live with such passion
that I felt everything eternally
and perhaps that is why I feel so little now.

I left NJ to escape emotions
and with much success
I now bounce through life
like a pinball.

Updates feel like there's more to come
so I will just call this a recap.

09/24/2017

Posted on 09/24/2017
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