Did I disappoint you?
Was my silence deafening?
Trust me, it’s a blessing
for my words are all messy.
I would never tempt nor test thee
so when I say run,
it’s not a game, if you are
intent to stick around your
very existence will be shamed.
My love is something like the
pulsating white noise filling your skull
when you realize you are all alone
while in the midst of a crowd with
your most beloved beside you
– because all that’s beside you
are the zombies you are tied to –
– beware the recognition,
hide from the light,
for once awareness dawns
all that’s left is the fight.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.

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