tonight you dont exist.
the circle expands, the list grows, but so does the void, which exacerbates the silence. and the emptiness stretches; unbearingly eerie. perhaps it has always been lurking beneath; it's just camouflaged by all that easy banter. real. unreal. acquiescences. facades. who really knows? status quo will just remain.
tomorrow i will hope again; that affinity.
