this drive to perfect
what? tension,
tone. vocabulary.
there are only so many ways a person
can tell you they’re devoid
of all emotion.

if I could scribble
a portrait of me sitting
in a blank white room
alone, but kind of half
grinning at the fact that
what you ask for comes back,
you would see
what I mean when I
say nothing is ever
actually coming back
and nothing means
a thing to me.

“the nihilist”