that goddamned corner in my room

i fear that ive gone mad

every interaction, my first and last

has been painful removed

occupying not a single synapse

its been 1 year

2 months and

23 long forgotten days

since i was human

each day as insignificant

as my surgical interventions

and clinical retakes, and those learned lessons

all to be forgotten

you ever see those,

writers romanticizing loneliness?

sometimes i do and think

damn how am i missing out?