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this is from the same notebook, these are circa 2021. my craft wasnt quite honed yet

longing, waiting

a railway station

platform 7

a stranger enters

the world is silent

it was ever only us

he mocks me

with a gaze warm like stone

and with one glance, he exclaims

"why throw away everything

your thougths

the outside world"

"it doesnt matter right now" my watch rebuts 

"it never mattered," 

"I'm reminiscing. plus analyzing my itinerary,"

"it never comes"

"Pardon?"

"it never comes

your perfect escape

always a coward, afraid to face fate

your stories twist, loop themselves infinitely"

you dont even want to escape."

you start heading, not to be late to your train

but to listen, reason lurks

platform 7

bustling as ever

not a single face, to save

the intricate tiles

tell stories always told

skid marks not remembered

"you were never this bold"

the voice sharp as cotton

cuts through my eyes

he softens

"the palace is as beautiful as ever"

"the platform, your ballroom?"

"oh i remember those eyes"

"i wish i could take back

years i spent loved"

"deny yourself, control yourself"

"you were only a monster because it was your dream"

"a dream to be a monster?"

"a dream, something of your own making"

the train is never on time

im always early

platform 7

I confront myself

this one last time

he wasn't there

platform 7

youll find plastered on the wall

scribbles bless the door

"Absolutely Nothing"