are there things broken? yes, obviously. never mending. daisies greyed out and lost to harsh winds. that’s silly, empty out the mind, what do you see?
i see a vast acres of nothing, blank slate, stale ground, arid field.
i see weeds and cracked patches of densely packed earth.
i see myself in the middle of it all, wordless, tongueless, handless, immobile and futile.
i see time and growth and death and life without me and it brings me to my knees weeping.
i cannot live forever and cannot get past that simple fact.