Blurred Lines
I will accept the fact that I am all out of ways to see the world
That this blurred vision of black and white is approachable only in blindness…
There are feelings in this space…
Those that are mine and ones that are shared quietly…and who am I to ignore it?...
I’ll wander from frame to frame trying to capture a photo that is real…
A love that is real…or something…
Anything to dissolve the nothingness that is all encompassing of every hurt I’ve ever known
It all but works into me like rails grinding against the track…
I am open to bleeding…
Open to crying…
Open to hurt
But by moments end what will it have solved?
To be one thousand percent honest, what has it ever solved?...
Because I am still who I am
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