Whatever

All I do is stare at things that aren't there. I look into places that don't exist. I hope my gaze can fill up whatever hole is present.

My eyes don’t melt into the crevices, though. My body stays solid as my mind melts into my own cracks.

How do I get out of my own cracks.

Sometimes I feel like it’s the things I want to change about myself. Sometimes it’s my voice. Other times it's my ears, my height. Everyone has those.