There’s Nothing Left

Eyes gazing upwards, beseeching, begging, willing, urging…

But there’s only silence.

The voices died a long time ago. They were never listening anyway. Their faces just twitched and contorted as they grimaced and chuckled, too distracted by their own ruminations. 

But there’s always hope. There was always hope. Even if the voices abandoned the eyes, there’s should still be motivation.

Unrestrained release.

Not allowed.

There’s no need for that.

Forget.

Ignore.

Distraction.

Redirect.

The eyes...