A Riff Written in the Fall

Breathe deep and exhale the sweet nothings that fail to fall from those lips;

those words that could shake my existence and fill me with more reason to wake.

Their sweetness blends with the breeze as they wither and blow away with the leaves

and I continue to listen for their melodic sound but fear I've fallen deaf to angelic song.

Compass my uncertainty with a cure for these complexities and hold back not even a sigh.

Void

Reflection is poison. Longing and the perpetual quest for purpose eat away at your very being when you give them the freedom to. Similar to a virus or infectious disease, they consume you until you realize that you are in fact empty inside. A hammer hits a wall to compensate a heartbeat and your mind computes but no longer includes emotion in its functionality. No light; just darkness. No sound; only the thud the hammer makes upon contact. Your pulse is the recoil of the impact. Not life. Only existence is necessary to appear to be a member of society. Sink. Deeper into the darkness you sink and suffocate. Drowning. From the surface you begin to disappear into the abyss until you fade into the never. Inexistence. Nothingness. Void.

Note: Please avoid the assumption that all my writing reflects my own emotional of mental state. My muse for this was actually Synecdoche, New York by Charlie Kaufman. If you saw the flick you'd understand lol. Thanks for reading.