March 19, 2021
What you see,
Is the vague outline of me,
A bare shell of the person I once was,
I melt away,
Consumed in decay,
The raw essence of a life on pause.
It’s not what it seems,
I escape in my dreams,
Finding somewhere to belong.
Barely an echo,
Fading notes from a cello,
Already a memory of the original song.