Time can change me, but I can't change time

,Days, months, years.

Muddled memories fill the vacuous hole in my head.

Little raindrops of poisonous desires dissolve into the tissues.

Sometimes the firing neurons between my synapses keep me alive.

Other times it strangles my heart, inciting it to palpitate rabidly in my chest.

I desire comfort, tranquility, a foreign sense of hope that quickly eludes me as it comes.