sometimes when you're struggling against something you can't see, you may think yourself a liar, an attention seeker. you're not. you swear you're not. you'll try to legitimise that turmoil through tangible means, any way possible. you'll bring that suffering to fruition, you'll make it absolute, you'll make it three dimensional. four. no one can deny it now. it won't make it hurt any less, everyone knows that, you know that, in fact it may even make it worse. but sometimes not knowing if it's real or not is worse than knowing at all. sometimes feeling made up is worse than feeling it all.
when your eyes are shut
and the world is in blindfolds
any progress is progress still,
even downhill.
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ETIOLATED
Puisithe silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018
