Acceptance.
That's all that comes to mind.
Yes, that's all that comes to mind.
Then I don't feel so bad.
Almost like a diamond in the rough.
It's watching the world whip around.
Staying in place.
Inhaling. Exhaling.
Watching the kids move away.
Watching those poor old men pass away.
But you're just another drop in the pond,
Another wilting flower,
Another waltzing boy,
Fantasizing about your perfect world.
Far from perfect,
It is a reality for some.
Another one of my favourite things.
But it's too cold,
Too cold to happen here.
I'll never be alone here.
I'll never be alive here.
I'm not here.
This isn't happening.
I'm not here.
I'm not here.
The snow is falling.
I want to leave.
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Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
