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it used to be bright, you know?
the world.
back when it was bright inside my head too.
somewhere in the back of my mind, i wondered what it would be like if i grew up a little faster. i would dream of a time when i was old enough for my age to hold me back from nothing.
while i was in blind awe of how my voice would be a little clearer when i was older, i never knew there would only be more voices that would speak louder, all at once, and mine would be drowned out as if it was never there.
the now? it's like being stuck in an everlasting liminal space that's made of glass. the child in me frowns at the rest of the world that scurries past while i sit there blankly. unmoving. unseeing. she doesn't cry out loud, for she fears she wouldn't hear other sounds if she did. while i?
i've been long deaf to all except my own thoughts.
maybe, back then, little me chased after time,
but i can only sit in silence and wait for it to chase after me.
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*interval, space, distance, space between, difference, respite
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
