It’s not the best in you
I long for. It’s when you’re noteless,
numb at the ends of my fingers, all is
all. I say it is.
Leave that which is not,
but appears to be.
Seek that which is,
but is not apparent.
I am sick and tired of words.
I’ve been using them for all these years.
Every word I try to say seem to end in tears." - Flunk, from Everything Is Ending Here