I look down and see the writing , words once brought a smile now the etchings made in humor and excitement force happiness away.
I cannot smile. To smile would be to give way to the act of letting go . To be ok with it . I dont want to be ok with it yet at the same time these etchings make me want to move on .
Tiredness , weakness , anger , dispare and loneliness linger on . The feelings come and go like ocean waves on sand . Tiny granules like millions of thoughts covered in emotion like water .
Encounters like exciting daggers are inevitable . These encounters are a vivid splash of color . Bright against dark . Separate but still one form .
This being brings inspiration . Why?...
I feed on it . Why ?...
I need it but dont want it .
Why?....
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