I don’t know how to fully explain how I feel like I’m a jar, running out of air, filling up with sand just to know I’m also spilling out from a hole underneath. Why can’t I just be happy around happy people? Why do I feel everything and nothing at the same time? What happened that stole my soul? I am just the drywall you break through. I am the empty peanut shells you brush aside in the morning. I can’t feel anything fully because nothing will let me get close enough to the flame or far enough from the booze. I am screaming into a room of the deaf and blind. Or am I just the hollow cave? Am I the one with the caution tape people are scared to pass over?

















