anticipatory grief

how does one feel so unfamiliar

yet still invoke an old feeling

misinformed

misguided

should i have seen this coming?

i refuse to be sickly

you can't trick me emma

not again

pacing my room

staring blankly at the wall

how have i become so detached?

the push and pull

i think i understand

i can't take up your space

it’s true

you are the product of your own self-taught prophecy

educated yet not brilliant

blissfully unaware

self-righteous

do you wish to sing songs of innocence?

is that your sign?

pardon me, my dear…

but can’t you see?

-e.i.a

04/17/2023