3:15 am

forget
or at least repress
these thoughts
the lingering truths from which I find no solace
take from this
the ideological cries of an amniotic mind
the happenstance popularity
falsity of familiarity
this deception
who am I to deserve such idolatries
this popularity
To say I've earned such fortune is laughable
unequivocal at best
yet here I am
the subtlety of which I speak
of which you read
and yet
this nagging thought of worthlessness
bares no reply
I swim in a sea of inquisition
searching for a hint of truth
understanding
for I fear if I find no answers
I will drown amongst these thoughts of life
these emotions
the only outlet
this page
these words
but what of you
you sit idly by
watching
waiting
reading
bare witness to my sanity
or lack there of
my ever reminiscent reality
for in you
I find truth
the inquisitions make sense
the answers seem clear
and for a moment
the words become more then this
a form of selflessness
drowning thoughts in your memory
taking solace is serenity
the pain fades
the tears dry
and I'm left with nothing but this
a string of words
strewn carelessly across the page
no pattern
no purpose
just freeform sanity
touch and go reality
my freedom
my passion
my ending

3:49 am

all is well

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