i trust no one yet share through a compilation of words on a screen. i don’t necessarily need a response.. or reassurance, just a way to get what i feel right before me. to make sense of it. a slight shift in a gesture or sentence leads me to think things have changed. that what was felt no longer remains. i never want to be comforted by what isn’t meant or be bound to another by pity. my inability to say any more and vagueness presses me deeper and deeper into the ground. i become paralyzed within when confronted despite wanting nothing more than to spew. if i get hurt, it wouldn’t be the first time. so don’t be afraid. the hurting, the sadness- remains forever.