Running from Memories
This, then, though unremembered in waking hours
Screams back your pain, though you pretend there was none,
That your heart might want solitude, and your soul might want peace;
Sanctuary is still out of your reach
Unseen, both in your waking and when you sleep;
Millions of your make-believe worlds collide
When you are alone in forced solitude, each one
A Testament of that you solely crave,
Selfish in your desire to be claimed.
Love for the sake of loving is a virtue that is oft-neglected
In a world where everyone screams to be loved.
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Written while smashed.