I almost desire to return to that moment of confused silence
The absence of sound, the absence of color
Shocked and left wondering what to do
False peace among the chaos
Too lost to start anew, still unable to reestablish bearings
All that’s left is to gaze at the destruction
Take mental and emotional inventory of all that is wrong
Hyperfocus on the most minute details over and over again
Lines and space and darkness
Severed connections and hollow audio
Familiars made strange and alien
Stillness, fragile and raw
I wish to immerse myself in it yet again
So that I can build it up once more
Experience and endure such loss and pain
So that I can enjoy such pleasure all the more
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