Lately, these days are like lonely getaways from the monotony of life, but in my head these thoughts take breath and slowly come alive. I thrive on just the meagerest of substances, try to acquire more, but this world lacks the sustenance. And, I am unbecoming in the presence of this nothing. I unravel while I battle through this ravel and I revel in the hell that I sometimes cause while I'm looking for all the parts I've lost. Am I the cause or the effect, and do the affected reject this humble apology with the regret that's embedded in the minds of the failed. And, why do these words that burn, but never touch, hurt so much and interrupt my dreams to only bring me nightmares......?