Friendship Letters
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on October 11, 2018
The walls are closing in, but they never existed.
The world is collapsing, but everything's fine.
The wounds may heal, but they'll leave scars.
Reminders of where we've come from, where we've been.
Where to go now?
Is there light in this darkness?
Was it ever dark to begin with?
Blind eyes see all and yet see nothing.
Deaf ears hang on the walls, waiting for tongueless mouths to speak.
Articulate. Elaborate. Enunciate.
How far do we spread?
How much can we compress?
Sitting in a sea of people, drowning in solitude.
Sitting in a puddle of happiness, dipping my fingers.
Sitting in a chair with a cup nearby, sipping away the day.
Where to go now?
