Dulls
Just weeks, days of none.
faint.rich.calm.awry.
Desire for all the unalikes,
however, a desire that feels too weak;
weightless and heavy;
Nothing and all things occuring at the same time,
but it’s been a while only.
Face in front of a mirror, phone, window;
One’s own looking dreary,
in the doom of silence;
Appearing both fine and lonely.
