III

A sickly feeling of discontent.

Why does everything feel heavier?

Six years, now this.

The syllable he’s been, known, suddenly a stranger.

He lives in third-person. He sees himself from himself, but that’s not right either.

A body moves through space and time.

His legs start buckling under pressure.

"Untitled" he jokes.

His name is Untitled.

But that joke is far from a joke.

And that truth exists closer than anyone knows.