Autofiction

uninspired with nothing to give so what do I have only a little left this empty balloon that’s gonna pop soon (just you watch out it’ll come without a doubt) filling the gaze (anxious me in a maze) and you’ll never know what’s going to blow behind the veil the screen the big ass machine – that’s when all the king’s men come tumbling down but you don’t hear a sound because only the winner takes the crown.

Bow. Exeunt.

And sometimes the day was just nonsense