Vomit Poison

forget. I looked there from the other side and there is nothing. (as if the world's green carpet wasn't enough, the golden grain of the beaches, the mathematical accuracy of every stone that hurts our feet). I'm tired of sweetening what has no taste: the porch of the house that faces a dark dead-end street, the confused dreams that crumble in the sunlight, the poisonous illusion that something will change. forget. I looked there from the other side and there is nothing, only the air tainted in pain, just infinite cold space, just the feeling of nausea caused by emptiness wherever you go but don't be sad, please. save your tears for the worst. that will still come