I ache at each,
Soothing, or stabbing
The best or the most destructive,
The viability of the ending,
Matters less than the pages rising,
And collapsing on their brethren.
When all have stopped, I continue.
If only in my aching
for every single one.
Empathy and trauma so woven
There is no separation.
And yet, suddenly,
I see the power in each piece
If I can bring about hegemony
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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