i stare, and a blank page stares back at me. devoid of effort and emotion, devoid of everything that holds me down. devoid of distraction from what is real, and what is now. You cannot live for a moment that has yet to come, for the moments will pass. you will live for a moment that remains untold while the earth spins. you will find yourself alone in a dark hole. oh no. is someone going to see this vulnerable side of me?
and would it be so bad? what if the untold came into light
ugliness and disgusting thoughts included, limited warranty.
somehow my thoughts seem so profound
when they are nothing short of imperfect, they are profound.
in a polished world, they are hollow. not in mine.
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After Dark
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