Potential

There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three 

Tiny thoughts alight on me
With the gentlest softest feet
Almost impossible to feel
Turning to others in the world
Briefly
Before quickly taking flight again

I’m vapid, but
I want them to listen anyway
I want them to listen to the cavern inside
Hear the howling empty
Hollowed void
Carved there long ago

Cursed with the need to be heard
While having nothing worth saying
I’m dying under the weight
Of all this oppressive nothing
Empty hot currents are all left unsaid

How does one scream absence?
How does one project what isn’t there?

It’s almost hard to breathe sometimes

Maybe it’s time to stop trying to scream
To stop shooting blanks

Maybe it’s time to grasp silence
With a tight embrace
And never let it go 

Maybe it’s time to choose nothingness
Over this vanity

December 15, 2024