Fractals surround me as I walk.
My hypnotic dream of fear.
Patiently I gaze at your face, in your
eyes, questioning the words you can’t
say.
Tell me, what is loyalty?
We both know.
And truth is Black.
But your eyes, they are as translucent as
the open window
in which I question the sky.
This time I prod the stick, and ashes
swirl up like forgotten desert dust.
A wayward ember, I rest on my
bed, at peace with the hurt of
knowing.
Breathe out the past, I am needless
Breathe in the future, I wait
for you to make my insanity my reality.
Solace of my anxiety.
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