Cycles (The Days Get Longer)

nameless. this depressive disgust comes 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 sufficent. i am nothing. the days get longer && we lose each other.