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[evethree]

I have found most blessings
can be avoided, if destiny overlooks them.
Situations arise like an insatiable fog,
where passing through them is the only way
to put them behind us.

Mistakes are when
your eyes shift in my direction,
and all I feel is guilt,
I'd almost forgotten
what blame feels like.

I am
a well conditioned excuse,
or an unwanted obligation,
I am not human.

Anger is heat and
sweltering discomfort that
resembles a pitiful embrace,
that without reason,
defies all logic.

This is not a dream,
in my most insane moments
I am disgusted by my honesty,
I wish this away,
so that I might feel....

Joy is like my
backseat in the dark
watching stars melt in the sky..
Tracing the wind
with my fingertips, and all I can think about
is how you made me feel.

But I am so soon reminded
of how solitary and involuntary
laughter
can be, so we are
stuck...in such lonesome despair...

..it's a prison that watches us descend
below and beyond all sanity, leaving us with
cryptic messages to decode..and hoping
in silence
that we crack like useless mirrors..

Although,
it is all really a reflection
of what it feels like to die.