Reduced Possibility; Engendered Determinism - Cassus

work the days away

suicide by increments

busy doing nothing

who will remember you?

I am so small yet yearn for so much more

sense of loss with no object

abstract desire;

unfocused

detached nostalgia for… what?

my chest only swells at the

thought of things that cannot be

I break my own heart

project my love deep into illusions

so it will shatter with them

sentimentality for the lack thereof

petty, superfluous, material

beyond my control that this is all I can grasp

it’s fine by me

honestly

it’s for the best

it must be