amethystA Poem by scarlynn
I would confuse everyone who knows me, were I to truly be myself. I think that the things I have to say are disturbed for this time. I don't think anyone would want to hear them out loud.
I am not a writer. I'm incapable of organization. How do you speak as an omnipresent being when there's not enough oxygen left on the Earth to speak? It became hot enough for flames to answer first. We've forgotten to schedule reality into our work weeks. Some stars try. It's an incredibly elusive success. It has been done, and I'm sure it'll be done again- many times over. Fantastic, but I'm not here as a martyr, I am not a main character. That is not the reason for my coming here. I'm not talking about celebrities. The mechanics extend well beyond visibility, in an infinite way of everything-versus-nothing, where anything wins. I haven't found the point in explaining. Lately, description feels like distraction. She's sober now, so she doesn't miss you back. © 2021 scarlynn |
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Added on August 3, 2021 Last Updated on August 3, 2021 |