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The moon is a lightbulb breaking

by TheOwlHoldsTheClock

the moon is as longing as I am to be the brightest in an ocean of darkness speckled with billions of smudges of light but does the moon get tired? is that why its in love with the ocean, drowning itself in the water every night? do you think someone paints your mirror? that the color of your reflection isn't you? do your conversations seem one sided? do you realize the only person talking is you? isn't there something brighter some type of tranquil light better than the moon at night that can wake the dark parts of the sidewalk to light so I don't step into them so I sleep right at night everyone knows I have a fear of the dark It reminds me of tar It reminds me of my mind It reminds me of my sinking It reminds me of your drinking It reminds me of the fucking It reminds me of the empty spaces in my chest that are not empty, they are somehow filled with nothingness It reminds me of the feeling when I reach out   to grab you and my hand cant grasp you can't make you understand can't make you see what's happening to me how I am drowning In something invisible
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Published
Mar 31, 2015
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#depression
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