An attempt at giving up losing every strategically placed memory that I'd swear I'd forgotten. Considering distance - considering the chore of an empty room. More space to keep clean than before. Like the water gla** before me filled with water that tastes a little muddy like it's unsure of what it really is Refilled multiple times with uncertainty so full that it spills out over the top and ruins every single moment. Settling dust becomes my body. Outline appearing, despite my disappearing interest for anything at all. Remembering reflections of myself in puddles Where I seemed more real than I ever have before. Life doesn't feel real anymore. A cloud of dust resembling what once had seemed to be something. A gla** of water with no water is just a gla** you wish you'd filled.