By Mac Guerreiro
It’s that place,
The place just before the nothingness,
The place in which longing for nothingness is all you seem to be able to do,
It’s a place in which all things buzz around,
Nearly taking your head off if you don’t move out of their way,
It’s that place,
A place so overwhelming that you try to breathe but… you… just… can’t,
And you feel more broken than before because it should be simple,
Get up,
Go to the beach,
Go somewhere and meet with HER,
But you don’t move,
You do the bare minimum,
You take in one jagged bit of air at a time,
Pretending that it doesn’t feel like drowning,
And you keep hoping you’ll find the nothingness,
The center,
Yet everything is keeping you from the entrance.
Mystical Mac 