apathy

I removed meaning from everything
I am not here
again.
I dont know what im walking on.
I need nothing.
If I could see and believe in somebody's eyes that my existence is real
It would be a nice, comforting lie.
You look like a feather too. Maybe that is why I tell myself I found something.
This portage between "life" and "death" is far too long and meaningless.
I want to throw myself off the edge of the world.
My heart is beating fast.
My pulse offers words of encouragement that I cannot decipher.
I have gained another free ticket to throw in that mountainous pile.


**That night...:
If i could somehow fucking meet Rodney Mullens' center of balance I would steal it and never let it go