feels like,
i haven’t slept in weeks,
been rushing home to do nothing,
been laying here watching the dust cling to the ceiling fan lose it’s perpetual fight against momentum over the span of hours.
for a short time I yelled about my feelings
to a packed room of rapt listeners,
drowned out the echoes of me with their bodies,
my voice sounds different now that they’re gone,
and all of my bluster is just a little more hollow,
the grit worn down,
