Midnight Musings

12/21/25

I wrap myself around with the words: the words of sadness, hope, joy, despair and desolation. I sew the pain into my arms and cry the hope from my eyes to catch in my palms-but cultivate the despair with the hoarse words that don't come out.

I wrap myself in these words and burrow them deep within me, shove them within me and shove myself within them until I no longer know if I am myself or the words; a fate better destined for me anyways.

I burrow within these words and crave the warmth to numb my heart to numb the pain to mend the breaks and to forget the despondency.

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