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I learned about patience, though you ever seemed to sense frustration. I rediscovered hope, even when it seemed I could breathe only hopelessness. I trusted the next times, because I believe there'd be many. I acknowledged death, because that's how everything ends.

being myself doesn't take much effort. it's being myself around others that consumes all of my energy, watching them shift and justify their discomfort.

How things went well between us. In fact, when we both realized that we were together all this time to witness the evening. You often described me as 'a playful sentiment' which kept on rallying in your heart. And this fondness, like iron and wine entailed a taste of softened beginnings, scented and aromatic: a pilgrim of flowers, which I was compelled to grasp you entirely and hold this charming memory before anything else would visit my mind. What a lovely evening, and the stars were all vibrant enlightening us, and while you were the only thing present in my eyes, it felt like a dream come true.

Foolishly paranoid of a bright future. I see what is only detrimental to myself. Detached. Forgotten. Yearning to be loved. Asking to be held. Apprehensive and clouded in my own space. Clouded by my own perception of the desolation of this world. Why. How could I possibly feel any less than what I have already become? How dare I feel confused shameful terrorized and angry.. All is well I am loved. I don’t understand.

My eyelids weigh heavily at the tug of sleeps firm hand, but my mind refuses to submit. I play my past mistakes in a haunting nightly montage.                                                                    Each evening until the darkness breaks to dawn, I build upon the shrine of my angst. The hours vanish along with my sane thoughts as the lining of my conjuring’s sepulcher grows thicker.                                                                         As I am rearranging the wiring of my mind, I eventually pull a wire that releases me from anxiety’s catacombs and  allows slumber to infest my weary bones.