empty letter

Love sought in a myriad of strange faces,

amounting emptiness to keep you warm at night.

Strange souls, strange sights,

desensitised palate.

I only consume the loud and fat

for opulence is the only desire worth caring for.

But it's all just fictional text

Visual text overpowers the honest words once conceived in the back of your mind,

numbers are superior.

Numbers are imperative.

I crave that adamance.

Rarely coveted simple pleasures 

become harder to find when you're aware of the dark,

we're so very afraid.

Selfishly placating the situation with generic assurance,

antiquated slogans holding no effect-

abstain from the truth when you can.

I don't know you,

Nonetheless surrender the veil and validate your being.

Fortitude found in the affirmation of the elite,

Although elitism is just sadder and blurrier.

Can't you see it too-

We said 

it treated you well;

those clouds that shrouded the clear connections,

despondent truths neglected for the sake of happy.

Naivety both serves and saves.

Eat it all up, all that blank.

Everything is moving,

so don't keep still.

Fear of wasting,

fear of missing,

fear of feeling too much or not enough.

It hurts to think because of

incessant urges to solve and 

more faces and more places just admit more forsaken feelings

Anywhere you run,

everywhere,

forever.