-This Looked Better Hand Written Today-
Sinking slowly
but conversely fast as lightening.
Not sinking in the physical sense,
only in the emotionally tumultuous sense.
With an overwhelming amount
of both work and feelings.
No response from an ever distant-
ever changing man of my night.
No answers given to even my most basic questions.
And yet, night after night,
minute after minute,
time after time-
I submit myself to that susceptibility.
Knowing that by doing so,
I'm allowing myself to become
sinkable.
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