Abstraction - WRVTH

Followed by fits of nicotine meandering through the night

Agitating the sores on the inside of my mouth

My throat’s itching to say something profound

The television’s projections light up this room

Just the elusive glow

No explanation as to why it’s on but it’s comforting to pretend someone is there

Objectifying the illusions portrayed on the screen

A paralyzing abstraction of nothingness

My head swells and my eyes shrivel up as I lie awake yet fast asleep

Every minute is an hour and every hour a separate infinity

The numbers change but the feeling stays