Thursday, November 15, 2012


I stood in the mist
like nothing had happened
like I was stable
as if the love was intact
even while being apart

and I continued
to be a part of the world
so ill
as if I had never departed
in the reality of my own

I was trying,
trying to adapt myself
to the settings so variant
and I forgot the pain that existed
in the world of
the pain in me

And one day
I left
I bid farewell to the people
of my discern
and wrote this prose to them
from the grave I was dug in
to remind them

That I was scraped

deep down with a fresh wound

they were anonymous to.

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