‘Lack of Words’, From the bathroom of a locked psychiatric ward in January 2017

 

 

January 2017

You are the air that I need to breathe but there wasn’t enough air for both of us to breathe. Still, you have uprooted me from this sorry dead soil; there has been a big bang, there has been a big bang! My soul is a universe made for you, don’t be afraid to delve.

My soul is a universe made for you, don’t be afraid to delve, don’t be afraid to delve. Without you a black hole is forming, the universe within is imploding memories of you. I pray that memories of you and memories of us will not turn into fossil fuel.

My soul is universe made for you, don’t be afraid to delve, don’t be afraid to delve, my soul is a universe made for you, made for you, made for you, arghhhhhhhhhh- I’m so dizzy and nauseous whilst thinking of a world without you, my appetite for food has gone. Thinking of a world without you, without you, without you:

Bless You!

My lack of words is plaguing me.

Longing for contact.

Miss my ‘cat’, miss my ‘cat’.

Meow…

Office clerk.

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