I scrolled through your blog hoping to find something to ease my mind.
All I found was the inside of your head
I’m tired of hearing your words in my head
Say them out loud.
Scream them from the top of your proverbial lungs.
I feel hopeless
Soaked in lukewarm bath water
Until the pads of my fingers have become raw from the time I spent rubbing my eyes.
Looking for some clarity
In the smoke room.
Thoughts that turn to gasoline, fueling an already too hot fire.
Or maybe the fires just gone out,
Drowned in the far away stillness of what used to be a hummingbird heart.