February 2012
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i should feel awful about this. but that would mean caring.
sorry bud. it was bound to happen eventually.
something like a prick,finding me as if i were a human pin cushion,
it took me elsewhere.
something like a flame, licking my lungs and tickling my throat,
ignited my subconscious.
something brand new,
a feeling, so luscious and golden,
kept me coming back.
yet the pins had me leaving drips of blood everywhere i went.
the flame singed that valley where all the thoughts lived
i was forced to hide deep in the rabbit’s hole.
where the raw burning smell crept in on me still.
when the icy storm came out of nowhere.
i crawled out,
back out in the valley, the quiet valley,
that took on the aftermath of the blizzard in my head.
everything once living,
was now frozen and dead.
“Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it’s horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.”
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— Anne Frank (via egosolus
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