My theory is entropy.
This isn’t supposed to make sense.
That’s the only way I can find to explain you. Explain that I am…
Drowning: While you remain safely on the shore, wondering why I’m all wet
Some stories just don’t have endings–the dissipation of matter beyond its present state, expanding further and further into the far reaches of the unvierse.
I can’t figure this out. I can’t figure out why I can feel all of this, can feel my very atoms being rearranged into loving you, and not be loved back.
I can’t figure out why I’m getting torn apart by the very force that holds humanity together.
How is it that I can go through so much in life, and I am defined by my capability to feel this kind of pain? How is it that I could tell any story, but this is the only one I can’t stop telling?
I know I am contributing to the flux of the universe,
with every broken line.
I am matter, I matter,
is equal to
the weight of the words you say,
the ones I write
My volume is
the sound of my heart breaking.
entropy–How you have undone me,
— Entropy (II)