Chaos that exists during the day takes the edge off the suffocating horrors of night; my mental musings. Caffeine fuels my operational level of lethargy to compensate for the lack of restfulness, peace, I truly crave. Blending has become easier but not without a price. My thoughts, my voice, remain stifled, and the authenticity I long to share slowly suffocates.
The serpent’s sharp tongue momentarily silenced.
Walking amongst them, I’ve learned we share little to nothing. The depth is not present within them. They are shadows in my night. Perhaps it’s a positive thing to be an ignorant lamb, but for me … I still choose knowledge.
I bite from the apple.
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