amoonlitdawn
The compulsion magnified, the irreverent pull. I cannot escape this. This is my design, my own creation. And I cannot escape what I have made for myself. You take your shoes off and I know what it means. You undress not only your clothes, but yourself and in that, me.
Like a spot of blood in the water, I found you and despite Time's bending sickle, we will not falter. We are able, we are being. Through the Night, we are Day.
The cabinet opened to an old photograph. The person unknown. Written on the back was a a simple phrase, "You'll be okay."
The time between us and then, us and them, it's long. We skip back and forth, backspacing our moments as if they were wrong. They were never wrong. They were right and I loved them. But I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for everything. Again, backspace.
The fluorescent brilliance of a newfound truth. It's been a while and we're still waiting for the storm to pass. It's more than a force of nature out there and we're here, alone. Alone to endure. There's a breaking point and I see it.
The type-set and the mind ready. Relention is a frailty unveiled. There's a new time and a departure, a dissolving of bonds is clear. "It's time to choose a side now."
"Life sings a hurried song" and god help me, I hope it takes me. Lack of sincerity kills me. I can't breathe in these dim fogs. They drink up my measures as a sponge, you know. I keep looking for something real, innocent, sincere. I can't find it, it doesn't want me to see it.
It's one of those nights. Again. I try to do something of worth but all I manage to do is to grasp a pen and scribble down whatever emotion I can get out of me. I try to distract myself. I really do, it seems most of what I do is only to distract myself from whatever is bothering me. Thoughts mostly. The various goals and missions I set for myself only seem to prolong how frail I feel, how frail I'm becoming. I'll see you around.
I'm afraid. I've seen the miles that I've walked, I've lived it. I should know the way but again and again the paths become unclear. I've seen beauty die and innocence along with it. Mine and others... I watched them flat line. The forms of faces clinched in pain and distaste, we tried to hold on. Oh, I'm afraid. Where's my savior? Who saves those who saves others? I can't look at them. You disarm me.
I had a place to start which has now been wiped clean. The days of coming to this place, this home that is not a home, I can't stop them because they can't stop me. Thought they try, as many do. They've made their paths which now conform into one. And I'm that line you tried to control, the ink that smeared. I hear you yell out in anger, cursing me and my form. You made me.
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