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I had become acquainted with unseeing eyes that still saw too much. The cloister of a cocoon meant to preserve all that remained after the fire coursed through, crying. The heaviness of stories I had clung to like the hand of a parent who had already slipped away and failed to realize the child who saw beyond the mirage, who hoped against hope for even an artificial light to provide warmth, to somehow be unveiled as the source to begin with. Was I still wandering into a borrowed tomb, unable to discern these times, seasons that ushered in the fragile new growth when all I'd known was decay? Carry that weight and leave the shell. Let the molten fragments be found by the next unsuspecting stranger eagerly awaiting new rains. I had been steeped too long in the deluge of death only to shrink from the only true light that could heal those deepest parts of my being, of those stories I wished weren't mine to hold. Still, the flicker illuminated all they had wanted to keep me from knowing all along.
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
glory after this
I had become acquainted with unseeing eyes that still saw too much. The cloister of a cocoon meant to preserve all that remained after the fire coursed through, crying. The heaviness of stories I had clung to like the hand of a parent who had already slipped away and failed to realize the child who saw beyond the mirage, who hoped against hope for even an artificial light to provide warmth, to somehow be unveiled as the source to begin with. Was I still wandering into a borrowed tomb, unable to discern these times, seasons that ushered in the fragile new growth when all I'd known was decay? Carry that weight and leave the shell. Let the molten fragments be found by the next unsuspecting stranger eagerly awaiting new rains. I had been steeped too long in the deluge of death only to shrink from the only true light that could heal those deepest parts of my being, of those stories I wished weren't mine to hold. Still, the flicker illuminated all they had wanted to keep me from knowing all along.
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Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC
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