if only for a moment

so i'm just sitting there, you know, all bedecked with solipsism and nihilism and what have you, gently allowing the germinating of idea after idea, each seed of something new planting itself inside my fertile brain, when the issue arises that i do not know what to ask anymore. the time has come and gone, i am waiting for the future to pass. that is all. i have no more dangling question marks left flaunting their insolence in my face like baby with a rattle. i'm lost for words, rhyme, reason, metaphor...in terms of actually saying anything reasonably noteworth, i feel like an abandoned well: deep and dark but empty.

fill me with apples, i am lovesick

(like columns of smoke, your love is as strong as death)