Wires.

I felt the disconnection. Months ago. I should have seen it sooner. The signs were right there. Desaturated colours. Increased letters. Growing distance. Excuses. I. I wish we could go back. Just a little further. When. When it was simpler. Codes. And letters. They didn't always make sense. But. They always made me feel better. Calmer. Emptied. Leaving the necessary. And. Leaving the positive. I miss that empty. This kind feels blank. First blank. Cold. Indifferent. Then completely emptied. Taking out more than ever. Too much. Barely leaving anything. Just for a while. Until my empty body collapses inward.