I came here to drink indiscreetly and listen to you talk in spanish
I stopped being angry at everything. Selfishly directing all explosives to my chest. I hear them go off one by one. Morning after morning. I think on the 5th day I heard silence and felt numb. The damage already done doing it’s harm. The explosives no longer going off and surrendering cheerfully to the hollowness they caused deep within my chest. But I’m no longer angry. It started off as this agonizing numbness to this pitiful pang of sadness that took root and made itself clear to me as just an ache that won’t walk away. This ache that grows more and more, the roots making a vice grip around my heart. But no one’s asked if I’m breathing okay.
I hurt absolutely everywhere.