Why do I automatically suppress anything that feels powerful, unless (until?) it becomes too strong to ignore?
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Why do I automatically suppress anything that feels powerful, unless (until?) it becomes too strong to ignore?
Innate loneliness
Decision wants to be made
To stay or to go
I’m screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming
to myself, silently
into the dark
hoping for catharsis
but I’m still just as fucked
Wouldn’t it hurt far less
in the grand scheme of everything
if, instead…
For now, this place remains
Deep in my dreamscape
A fantasy to indulge…
Born some years ago
Today I celebrate him
Great friend and ally
Empty eyes staring
Why do they resist me still
So close to my shore
How is it that the feelings of others
Usually so obscure
Can at times be so much clearer
So much sharper around the edges
Than what’s inside my own core…
Rarely seen under the daytime sun
Appearing from time to time
Collecting energy enough to gleam…
Some night last week, I had a dream that I can very vaguely remember just a tiny bit of. I dreamed that I admitted myself to a mental health care institution of some sort.
… With many computers… and cats.