Words

something inside. wanted to get out. or back in.
hiding numbers and forgetting numbers. "who are you anymore?" i asked/typed/recorded.
in between the radio silence there was: 2 broken glasses, 4.5 bottles of rusted wine, 3 tons of ripped upholstery, 1 book of parasitology, and 53 hours of emotional disorientation/deliberation/revelation.
and then. one word answers. with a variation of 3 to 4 punctuation's.
whoareyouanymore?