Bonus round! Already given to introspection this evening, I was further inspired by a poem I read on tumblr…

I am the empty room
you bow to at the end of your act

In my emptiness
I do not know how to respond

I wish that I could tell you
I love you and believe it

I wish I had the capacity
for honest, vulnerable expression

Instead my guard remains up
no ladder capable of scaling its walls

The only thing I trust
is my penchant for self-deception

and the emergence of my appetite
in the middle of the night

(2 April 2017)