Nothing Sighs

I think its sweet the way I've been able to compartmentalize highlights these past days.
"This one's bad for you", no, this one won't do, "this one's selfish", "you're selfish."

You're often reminded of the fleetingness ascribed to youth. So Its seldom about who rubs you off right, pushes all your favorite buttons or enforces a calm superior to anything decidedly " picturesque ". Its about who stays.

Nothing about the afamed chemical signatures, or the pairs of 1's and O's transported through digital devices. It soon becomes inevitable. Nothing fills the gap sometimes, nothing dulls biology, pheromones, sexts and what not's.
Nothing makes you question the already undergirded fundamentals.

And when you conclude that it was not you, but they, them, maybe a little of we. You find consensus but maybe not closure. Because consensus that's coupled with guilt often undermines the sole and instinctive reason for searched out closure.

And when this happens. Where to put the frothy, foamy and death riddled stench coated words?
But even those decay.
And then nothing sighs.