Where we end and where the
emptiness begins is unknowable.
The Kingdom of Hell is within us.
Panic rises from the darkness. We have
lost ourselves. We, the melancholy,
the bittersweet, who feel each moment
as a loss.
From inside our skins we observe
laughter and joy bubbling up in others
but we are too heavy to move towards them.
Our babies smile and our hearts are
broken by the sweetness of them.