💮Nonsense💮

How many words have I ever thrown into the abyss?
The truth is that their lifeless end runs into forced absurdities.

I fear regret;
And seek shelter in a thousand laments.

Prone to the routine, I feel alien to myself;
and can't recognise my own footsteps.

Highly acclaimed non-existence,
how is it possible for me to indulge in your conceiving?
For, although I haven't met you yet,
I already feel like a part of you.