I need someone to believe in me

because lately I’ve felt ephemeral, intangible

a ghost somehow still trapped in
gravity’s well


slipping through the floor


I’m losing shape and heading to the core

where I’ll be burnt up, nothing more



I need someone to dream of me

write of me

turn me into echoes throughout history

however quiet the whispers may be

still, a legacy



As of yet, I regret to be

shrouded in mystery

even to myself



I am null, swallowing symphonies

and churning out cacophony

incessantly