cacophony

Untitled Part 15

been a while.

how long's a while? been a while since i last bothered keeping track.

so much has happened. there's so much i'd spill to this page. words, tunes upon a chord. an influx; lost, lost eternally at the fine point of a pen. so you can't blame me. i never learned how fast ink evaporates; perhaps nothing's happened. nothing at all.

it's funny how fast one dries up, how fast you become empty in the face of, in the face of. Of what? feels so different; foreign. could those words have been mine?

what's changed? how come i didn't hear anything?

i am lost.