Ghost Ship

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.