pffffffff, who needs titles.

I cradle my spirit at night
And share my affection with stars unseen.
Prop myself up with cards
Against the moonlight-- I’ll find peace
In fixations that define me.

Moments are chilling— at best.
I can sense the weight of my soul;
See the void before me.
Hear the lack of will
In silence.
Way down in the hole,
There’s no feeling at all.


I'm sort of tired. Mostly bummed but I don't totally understand why.
Well, yes I do; but not really.