april 19, 2025
do i know them anymore?
because they don't know me.
they know a me that existed long ago - a chunk of me, unrealized and partially-formed, searching tirelessly for its missing pieces.
knowing me now, you'll see that i found most of them. i searched, i grabbed, and i rearranged. i glued them into place and formed a body that i can confidently label as 'me'.
but if you look closely, you'll find a leftover gaping void where a piece should be. rough, greedy hands dug in their nails and ripped it out, leaving tattered webs of glue in its socket.
i stare into nothingness and it glares back forcefully at me. day and night, it pokes and prods and paws at my insides. it tears at me and tires itself out, failing to melt the glue that seeps through the edges of my gathered pieces.
nevertheless, the clock keeps ticking, the world keeps spinning, and the hungry void forever cries out for mercy.
will it ever be satisfied?