Though every joy that could be enhanced, and every misery that could be diluted.
Thoughts of escape dance like ballerinas in my mind.
Fluid in motion and undeniably enticing
I swoon for them - hypnotized.
They are really sirens seducing me, and pulling me toward oblivion.
I'm a moth to the flame.
Seeking a comfort zone that was never comfortable to begin with.
To inflict a suffering I do not deserve, yet so desperately long for at times.
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
Though every joy that could be enhanced, and every misery that could be diluted.
Thoughts of escape dance like ballerinas in my mind.
Fluid in motion and undeniably enticing
I swoon for them - hypnotized.
They are really sirens seducing me, and pulling me toward oblivion.
I'm a moth to the flame.
Seeking a comfort zone that was never comfortable to begin with.
To inflict a suffering I do not deserve, yet so desperately long for at times.
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