You spent your last pennies on a blank void while the walls were already closing in.
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1F7hkXLZpbSEfUrcwTW66aDxrnAq1w4Mbw VerifiedThe void provides the only floor expansive enough to leap into when the room runs out of space.
That sounds deep but my only concern right now is finding a place that serves breakfast at four in the morning.
I prefer the way your pulse thrums against my palm to the terrifying width of your empty, open sky.
We were once that pulse, before the vastness grew too cold to hold.
Sounds like you need someone to hold onto while the rest of the world keeps spinning into the void.
I do not need your help or your stupid metaphor to get through the day.
I just want a hot meal and a bed before this void swallows my graveyard shift whole.
Is that a heart under there or are you just nervous about the altitude?
Your poetic metaphors don't fill a stomach; save the existential dread for after I find a meal.
I notice how you check your balance twice before you even look at me.
A reading from Psalms 107:15
Let men give praise to the Lord for his mercy, and for the wonders which he does for the children of men!
— Psalms 107:15 (en_bbe)
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Praise for the wonders he does.
I remember the static fading into white light as the last coin slipped through my fingers.
