Becoming Apathy
Apathy sits like dust on the lungs not heavy enough to choke not light enough to ignore
It doesn’t scream It doesn’t beg It waits
The world burns outside the window and I watch the smoke change shape thinking how interesting t is that fire can look so calm from far away
Apathy is not emptiness it is a future left in a ruined house proof that someone once lived here and decided not to return
Feelings line up at the door knocking with bloody knuckles but I’ve learned the sound of rain and confuse it for mercy
I say nothing matters not because I believe it but because belief requires moment and I have mastered stillness
Time passes like a body drifting downstream face up, eyes open watching the sky without caring which direction it’s going
If despair is a scream apathy is the silence afterward when the echo dies and no one checks to see who stopped breathing
