Absurdism Lies Backwards

 Crawl through an open room with my eyes wide shut,

where my dreams don't feel like dreams. The light flickers like it’s trying to remember where it belongs. Things don’t have to make sense to feel real, laughter in burdened silence, a kiss that tasted like the end of a chapter I didn’t know I was living. I held onto hollow things because they felt emptier than me when I knocked. Sometimes the lies fit better than the truth ever could. Like nothing ever after a fairytale told from the ending. But God, I wish something made sense. Just one thing. A name. A reason to keep living the way I do. A hand that doesn’t vanish when I reach for it. But maybe the world is just this: rooms without doors, truths without proof. And me... crawling through a room with no roof with my eyes wide shut.