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I don't know if any of this matters, but I need to say it anyway.

I could say
"I'm sorry",
but it wouldn't mean more
than the "I love you"s
I faked.

I don't know much about
what makes your eyes light up,
or what you think about at 3AM.

I do know that you aren't much for words,
but for me you tried.

I know you once told me
food tasted better when you were
with me.

I know your favourite song is
Scar Tissue,
and that you play guitar.

I also know that you were not sure of me
either.


Back then, I would have told you I loved you
to keep you around.
Because I was
scared.

Today, I would tell you I love you
because I mean it.
Because you bring out
the best in me.


I do not know many things.

But I am sure that I have made a mess.

I am sure that I miss you like hell, and I was wrong.

I don't know if any of this mattered, but I needed to say it anyway.
Bleak, black billows of discouragement
Toss over me like wily waves,
And I feel jostled and unjustified.
Reality of my fallen state
Heaps like bitter salt on a throbbing wound;
Tormented, tattered, torn.
Coursing through this madness
Blind to the next blow.
These tempest waters ****** me to their funnel,
Yet still Your light punctuates my tunnel.
I think,
that is to say:
"I think many can handle"
being so ****** up
on *****, 'Shrooms, Acid, or DMT;
to think:
"*******;
I can be this ****** up
and still be alive,
all at the same time?!",

Not because I think it should be a daily thing
but rather because I think it provides an interesting perspective
on the infinitely rich experience
we all share
here
in
"Reality"
I find it quite difficult to write this;
not because of content,
but rather due to
a striking personal resemblance to the title.
It's funny, I think, how much I like electronic things
given how necessary Water is
to my Survival.
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