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[amethyst_shadow]

When the blur
became too blurry
when time faded,
and importance,
not so important

keeping quiet
became necessary,
more so than usual

don't you dare become
the things you cannot tolerate,
when everything will pass,
in time.

It all comes back to time
and there just isn't time
for time
or anything else,
once it's faded.

so do the things,
-all- of them.
they say to pretend
until you feel
real
again
(but how do you know
where the story ends
and you begin?)

thrust out upon the world
to the bare face of it
(in all respects)
pushed to the
absolute
limit
physically

breaking,
and still past that point
the blank mental heaviness
sat,
just out of reach.

breaking more than broken
can be superior
than wishing to be fixed
and I will push you
to the edge
harder
and stronger
than you imagine

things will change,
light will fall differently.
even though the seasons
are upside down,
I'm still here.