static

I feel empty.

but is there any other way to feel
besides empty
when it’s four a.m. and you’re
sitting in front of a desolate computer screen
in a dark room
lonely
by yourself

I’m blank.

driving on autopilot.
I might have crashed the car
but I feel like I would have walked away
unscathed
and not been capable of caring about it,
the damage,
myself.

Consuming.

almost
so much that I can’t continue writing
almost
can do nothing but stare at the
little blinking lights on the cable box
they mean we have a connection
I don’t feel a connection.
must be some static on the line.