nameless.
this depressive [bad word] in cycles.
the same conversations, the same faces
words of worth engulfed in dirt.
all of my substance lost in long winded give ins.
but the days keep getting longer 
we forgive each other.
forgive me.
we hang onto threads that are barely breathing 
concepts of emotion plague my memories 
a myriad of remnants 
affirming beliefs carved into my mind like holding stone.
i am the beaten horse.
i am self sufficient.
i am nothing.
the days get longer 
we lose each other.