Unfinished

i’m lost. wandering my mind, hollow now. secrets tucked in the seams, invisible to passer-bys. each step leaves an imprint behind, dust settling into the crevices left by my toes. the world empty, immune to stolen glances between souls and half-hearted exchanges. peace swept away, pushed to the side by an old broom of straw and wood. oxygen dissipates, I try hard, harder to breathe. but all that is left to soothe my lungs is the empty, grey air, void of the warmth of shared space . sometimes I sneak away to send a fluid rush to my veins, entrancing my mind in a fictional fantasy. alone, I bathe in my secrecy, cleansing my skin with vibrant truths.