Dust

loneliness

as if two trains are running straight towards

each other and then, there’s nothing

nothing at all

no colliding, no sound, no music

my mind is empty

although i am breathing

i feel like crying

i feel nothingness so strongly

it begins to look like shapes

dark energy, dark matter

the cats can’t fill up all these empty spaces

in my room, the money certainly can’t make

anything better, maybe just a little bit

i wanna hide now

i wanna hide and cry my eyes out now

but still, i smile and laugh and take another

inhale as if that would remind me

i wasn’t made out of dust

and in the end, we all become what we’re born as

and turn to nothing once again.

t.l.