The Abyssal Paradox-

I always do this to myself.
Fall effortlessly for an idea.
An Idea that feels real in my mind.
Suave.
No.
I end up with nothing but my blank computer screen staring emotionlessly back into my disappointed gaze.
No rejection but no acceptation.
Apathy locks its gaze to those whom interest me.
Laughing.
Feels like the only one for me.
Feels like a dream and a nightmare.
I can’t wake up.
I can only go to sleep.
You are stuck on.
I am trapped.
You penetrate my thought.
You penetrate my mind.
You leave me breathless.
I am nothing.
We are nothing.
I drift away.
Gone.
Nothingness.
All I have is the recess of emotion, passion, freedom.
Stuck.
Alone.
Empty.
But no memories to make up.
Fantasy is all that remains.
Fantasy and scars of brokenness.
Turn back.
Clockwork.