Down,
           Down,
                       Down.
The farther I fall the darker it gets,
Lost,  
         Lost,
                   Lost.
Everywhere around me I feel these threats.

I’m falling faster but I can’t slow down,
All these eyes are looking at me as I look around.
My head is shrinking, and it begins to pound,
An escape is nowhere to be found.

Can someone help me?
Can I even be seen?
Please just somebody, Please just help me get free.

Stuck in a loop, forever feeling alone,
Putting myself out there but I remain unknown.
I just want someone to see my true self,
I’m tired of putting her away on the shelf.

I fall faster into the deep abyss,
The old times I simply reminisce.
As the loop continues, the void grows,
I feel like I’m dead and I’ve begun to decompose.

Falling,    
             Falling,
                          Falling.
Is anyone out there?
Alone,
            Alone,
                       Alone.
Now I’m losing my air.

~Oh! Delicious Death of Self~

your un-Selfing of Life
fermented sweet,

eyes opening,
filling with
| V O I D |

the substance of the
Nameless White Light's
Nothingness,
infinitely
present

Unblinking in its
inescapable
witnessing of
The All of its
not-self

clutter everywhere
retail therapy gone bad...
nothing fills the void

"Your misery reeks trauma"
Worries the woman whom I loved dear,
I have heard countless swears,
shamelessly endured the beating of a woman,
bargained with my own emotions,
only to let this void in me rest
and set free the being that hungers purity.

The man inside the void is a boy,
a reckless one that loved too much
his kindness leave heart prints on whoever it attracts
and when that time comes
that his heart was next in line to be molded once again through pain,

there goes back the void of a broken man,
who's only desire is to be loved
and to be taken away
from the disaster he fights
every heartache at a time.

In empty places in the city
I stop for a while to see
if something is there anyway

Because attention must
be lead away from what you want
to keep unseen, like

God being unknowable, dressed
in the universe and hidden
under the invisibility cloak

of a religion, that gaudy
robe of customs
and holy words

Just like voids
they show nothing, just the nothing
if that existed

And yet I pay attention
whether something is noticeable
of the secret of everything

The radio waves

spin around me a wide web --


of nothing but space.

The peonies have

been stolen from the garden --


It's an empty day.

𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱.
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 uʍop 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦.
𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 VØłĐ, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 ₴₮₳₮ł₵ 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬,
🆆🆁🅰🆃🅷🅵🆄🅻 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺.
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬-
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘺.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴,
𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.
𝘈𝘴 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴- 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 h͎e͎a͎r͎t͎ -𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵 - 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 s͓̽h͓̽i͓̽n͓̽y͓̽ 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺 f̷a̷n̷t̷a̷s̷y̷ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵  𝕕 𝕚 𝕤 𝕒 𝕡 𝕡 𝕖 𝕒 𝕣, 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯.


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