*yawn*

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I want to gently scrape off dust that has settled in so many years of disuse. My heart is rusty and forgetful. Whose is that face looking from the sky? Certainly not mine.

I want to look at another with the careless effort of another time. There is nothing in this world left for me to consume.

I want to stop reaching needlessly for the stars of another galaxy. They are all dead by now, useless, lightless, nothing but garbage from ages past. Nobody would die for me, why should I die?

I want to erase everything, but all I can really do is bury them beneath the insignificance of words.