Dear Diary,
Only a fool could think so.
Force the delusion on their mind.
Make themselves believe a fallacy.
For what;
a peace of mind?
What was worse.
Believing a fantasy curated in one's mind for personal satisfaction.
Or.
Running with a fallacy for someone else's gratification.
Fuck that; fuck you.
Stop blowing up my phone.
You.
Alicia.
Oli.
I'll come back when I'm ready.
When the dust has settled.
When there was no more buzz.
Hum.
Tune or song.
With a silent psyche, ready for interrogation.
A neutral psyche unable to be poisoned. Toxic to touch, taste, hear or see.
Indestructible mind with a venomous tongue.
When mother nature was still again; when her tears had ceased in plummet.
Her autumnal colours whimsical again.
Sara.
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