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Walking in a dark place, with only the moonlight as the lumens The only company I have are these white dots that we only see at dark called phosphenes But the white dots are scrambled and muddled with no picture or shape Maybe my mind just locked my imagination with no structure and escape I've gone too far to not walk this path that I do not know of So I trace the static, pretending it’s a constellation I made up At first it’s just hallucination, but slowly the dots start to bend A line here, a curve there, like something might pretend To be a road, a gate, a sign that I can't seem understand And with each step I take, the shape begins to expand For amoment it felt real, like a path I didn’t carve but found A direction drawn in dots, without instruction , itjust came around But everytime I blink, it breaks, the lines and shapes dissolve And I’m left with just the dark and dots that was meant to connect but couldn't be solved So maybe the map had no shape nor name because there was never one Only my mind drawing routes where none had begun I guess it was just my imagination that made me delusional that I had made progress but nothing has been done.
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May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Map Had No Name
Walking in a dark place, with only the moonlight as the lumens The only company I have are these white dots that we only see at dark called phosphenes But the white dots are scrambled and muddled with no picture or shape Maybe my mind just locked my imagination with no structure and escape I've gone too far to not walk this path that I do not know of So I trace the static, pretending it’s a constellation I made up At first it’s just hallucination, but slowly the dots start to bend A line here, a curve there, like something might pretend To be a road, a gate, a sign that I can't seem understand And with each step I take, the shape begins to expand For amoment it felt real, like a path I didn’t carve but found A direction drawn in dots, without instruction , itjust came around But everytime I blink, it breaks, the lines and shapes dissolve And I’m left with just the dark and dots that was meant to connect but couldn't be solved So maybe the map had no shape nor name because there was never one Only my mind drawing routes where none had begun I guess it was just my imagination that made me delusional that I had made progress but nothing has been done.
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18/M/Secret
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
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