something for seamus

I am worthless.

I am indifferent.

I am everything.

I am nothing I can't think of.

I am trapped.

I'm not alone, but I am lonely.

I'm not poor but I'm broke.

Light never escapes the event horizon of the black hole. It's just trapped there - spinning for all eternity, never to live or die again.

It's crystallized hope suspended in nothing. It's what feeling trapped on the edge of desperation and depression next to happiness feels like.

I burn.

I don't sleep. I dream when I'm awake and I don't when I'm not.

I'm strong and I can take it all but it makes me tired.

I have anger I can't vent, wrath I can't pour into anything or anyone.

I just want to know.

Tonight, like every night, I can see a million miles but I can't get very far.