scrolling past millions of electrons
On the other side of the black hole internet.
And I found myself
myself of fire and innocence.
the path behind was not dead ashes but
shimmering branches of hope and happiness
A mirage of what used to be
And shards of a bullet
into the head of the darkness that was.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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