How can I follow you into the dark, when I am the dark? Refracted beauty marks, dots that mark the spots, we could talk about all the things and ways I am not. Failing to grasp the connections always ignoring this pace cannot last. I can’t fall back, only forward motion. Only forward thoughts that cause me some if not extreme discomfort. Sadness billowing up like smoke from winter struck houses. Half abandoned spouses. Small moral crimes, waiting and wanting for the renewal of old times. Let us see what we can see, and maybe have a lot more maybe’s left.
I’m hidden and scared that no one will ever see me again. I am silence, only symbols bouncing around your cerebral cortex, touching frontal lobes touching nodes, nodding not knowing where we are going. Be soft because if you harden you’ll never come back. Yet still I sit and think about the specific things and ways that I lack.
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