.a written note.

I feel it. I feel that I’m losing the grip over myself Was there supposed to be any? I thought I had it, I thought I could get myself together and get up, walk and just do things that I always was going to do I didn’t know I’d fall I didn’t know a fall would be like this like this giant void Which can’t be filled with or by people Their noise and silences I feel this giant void that pulls me down way further and more. Void is what owns my grip, the grip that I long to have I long to connect. to merge and be one with myself.