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I was eating trail mix when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray.. The trouble with writing is always getting started. One you get started you have to figure out how to say whatever it is you are trying to express or explain. The intimidation that comes with
When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand. In that moment it hit me.
I close them. Then open them. Again. And again. And again. Wiping the sand away I squint wondering why here? Despite the dilation I still see the same thing. Different hues and shades, but the picture has failed to change. The view finders remain unchanged. The pupil perseveres attempting to
It’s a gentle war. Take off that cool and be aware of people who aren’t really there. I see it with my eyes closed. You wouldn’t acknowledge it if deep from within it screamed your name. Take it all off. Take it all off and tell me you’re sorry like