The worst feeling holds itself inside of me
But I can’t access it fully
Implying anything was ever real
Lurching nothing
Hurling it into the void
Greif as an object
Negative space of friends
Anything anyone has ever done has been wrong, because in the end bad cancelled out good.
What was it like to burn to death? Does one pass out before the pain is too intense? Did our friends realize they were going to die?
Dark heavy grief mass, horror, tragedy, meaninglessness. I’m sorry.