cycles (the days get longer)

nameless

this depressive disgust comes in cycles

the same conversations

the same faces

words of worth engulfed in dirt

all of my substance lost in long winded give ins

but the days keep getting longer

we forgive each other

forgive me

we hang onto threads that are barely breathing

concepts of emotion plague my memories

a myriad of remnants

affirming beliefs carved into my mind like holding stone

i am the beaten horse

i am self sufficient

i am nothing

the days get longer

we lose each other