i bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning and secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden believing believing believing believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves my heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless if only you could hear what i have seen for aeons before this zero to see our system as a void to believe ourselves immune to never feel our wings melting we are all spirits trapped and dying trapped and dying1