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I am the withering flower upon wasted dunes. A silhouette that is cast by a star that has long died.
I wish to claw at my skin
I am the tragedy of a star that cannot shine.
A tragedy of point in space that is not.
The woeful dance and the thornful resins grow within a fat heart.
An arrow that is shot that enters where an eye cannot follow.
Walking a trail built by those previous that leads a circle.
A sign that i cannot read. A sign that guides others to where i cannot follow.
I am a shape loved by joy and sustained by tragedy. A mask that cannot be taken off for it is my skin.
I yearn to reach my hand unto the light, not to fear its distance, not to fear for my arm to be bitten.
But to touch my own voice, as i speak. For the first time.
Theme: identity, yearning, trapped selfhood, distance, inner pain.
Mood: cosmic grief, self-alienation, dark stillness.
Mood: cosmic grief, self-alienation, dark stillness.