May 21, 2025
There were corners in my heart that have wilted away. Now a hollow ball of mess- no place for anyone else.
Friends are a luxury in my life and luxuries come at a cost. I don't have anything to give anymore. Bankrupt out of fucks, my nomad heart wonders where the time went and why the people left.
I heat up water for my cup-noodles, the clicking of the stove echoes into the empty apartment. I haven't uttered a word out loud in 3 days and now my voice creaks by itself. Like it's trying to get out of a prison, but there is nothing outside.
If a tree falls in a forest but there is no one to listen, does it even make a sound?
If no-one has listened to me even when they have heard me, have I made any sound?