Mercury

I heard you crying last night. 
I didn't say anything. 
You don't like it when I hear you. 

You and I, we are different people. 
I think in a different way. 

I am tired of sitting here. 

Windows feel like walls, solid. Memorized. 

I have seen far better days. 

I'm chasing butterflies inside my mind.

Strangely, I'm ok. I'm quite ok. 
 

Yes, I see you
crying on the floor, your old brown dress stained with fire
I can't help thinking that crying will only hurt you more

In my experience 
crying doesn't heal me. 
It only gives me memories 

So you want to be human? 
Well let me tell you this.
Humanity is wanting.  
Humanity is a hunger. 
Humanity is a writhing, ever changing mass of feelings. 

My mom met someone 
Outside a church at 10:05 this morning
She came home with a crate full of cucumbers. 
I looked like one of those comic things 
where the characters eyebrows leave their head. 

I once spilt tears in bucketfuls 
but now I am as dry as an old neglected sponge
Sometimes I feel just like an empty sack of Ellie skin.
With no personality or opinions.
and I'm tired of it.