a diary of thought.
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filled up so far you think you're empty. in the dulling of the senses you are neither here nor there. beauty is so overwhelming you have to turn it ugly for your own sanity. the sound is so loud you soften it with your thoughts. we do this to remain untouched. our bodies release a chemical to keep us slightly numb. numb enough to stay here in mind and thought. numb enough to be realistic. we don't hug the flowers down here, we say "pretty" and move onto the next tiny series of thoughts. we jump off of the tracks before the train hits. |
