As I move through the world
it becomes clearer to me
how empty it is.
I can feel the spaces
between atoms as
my hand goes through a wall—
it feels like water.
I tried to capture it in sounds, once,
but all I got was an emo cliché of sadness plus ocean.
And words rumble in my stomach
but I can never understand them;
I can't find a way to vomit them out whole.
I want to break my heart open
to squeeze out all the emptiness—
dripping out like whites out of eggs. Slime.
I've got my glasses on now,
but all I can see is