I return to the same hollow, a silence stripped bare, no trace of you anywhere. I collapse waiting, bleeding alone. Can there not be one answer? Is there no defense my heart deserves to hear? I once wrote poems for you and declared to the world— you were my pride. I once shattered my own logic fighting for you, for you were the very definition of my struggle. I once stumbled, fell, unable to rise, yet still I clawed my way to endure. You were the impossibility I longed to make possible. But now— it feels like being hurled away, drowned in helplessness, chained in uncertainty. Am I not enough? Was it all illusion? Did it mean nothing at all? It drives me to madness. Of all things, restlessness reigns— as I try to soothe the chaos inside me.