We can all be gods, or devils. We can shine like stars. We were never meant to stay human. We are just the chrysalis, from which something greater will emerge.
– Simon R. Green
This isn’t all I was meant to experience. The demons and the screaming, with esoteric blending of disparate crass vagaries dripping from wounds that won’t heal because the crying sky keeps tearing off the bandages. And that is contained in a single tear that never falls, but is blinked back just in time to hide my sorrow from the world.
Pain that has endured for so long, it feels normal.
Anxiety and worry over trivial transient things virtually guaranteed not to happen, but cavalier nonchalance, even apathy, felt towards inevitable events.
Fear that the one I love won’t love me back. For I am so filled with love to give it pours from me and erodes…
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