eireann

radio. silence.
communication...gone.
lifeblood... lost.
I sit here listening to the static instead of...
voices familiar.

The cold fuzzy sound rushes through ears abandoned.
I am...devoid of humanity at this moment.
quiet will last only so long as I.pray.for.contentment.
my hope is lost.
disquiet overcomes the silence.
cut off.
radio.silence.
as I soar through memories unphased by my unwillingness to remember.
how to forget.
I forget by:
busy-ness. business. nice rarities in the disturbance in communication.
I feel your soul depart from mine and I am lost.
lost.
without my twin.
my ears are greeted by the static and busy circuits and excuses and quiet glances as if I am unable to understand the underlying avoidance.
stepping back from something so...
incredibly dangerous.
I have lost my ability for communication with the paranormal
paranoid.
pschizophrenic.
my own abnormalities will simply fail to understand this.
pull.back.
chaos.
my mind is in disorder.
coffee cannot help.
I wander without a compass and pray for the radio to spark back to life with...
direction.
inspiration.
comforting words.
the knives will cut me as I make my own.
radio silence.
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Why do I feel so alone when there are always people around me?