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here i am. again. with the weight of the world on my shoulders, but this time, also with the weight of my hair on my head. they're both equally heavy, believe it or not. and they try to overpower each other sometimes. and then there are times when it works, i think. and it makes me wonder which of the two occurrences i would take over the other, with a belief that i prefer it most when they're both on different but equally leveled pedestals, glaring at each other from a distance.
consciously adding to my misery is nothing but a dirty little trick i play on my brain. a bargain of sorts; a despicable way where i try to walk to the edge —
f a s t e r
f a s t e r
f a s t e r
— because i frightfully hold on to the belief that i would be able to walk back just as faster, much like a toddler holds on to its plush of comfort. the edge, where i walk to alone; the edge, i return from alone. sometimes with a token of my being, the others, a souvenir of my cowardice.
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delirium
Poeziewhen 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.
