i am submitting to the past to placate this purgatory

there is no likeness between the things i have gained or lost

my character is a highway of comings and goings

i am a vessel but what am i

juice or jar brain soul

stop digging

if his or hers or yours ever echo in my head i will know but not until then

my thoughts are afraid of only each other like apex predators

i am not in control of this vessel at the moment