6:06 am no ish today

i want so much of everything. . .
i remember dreams of an empty church. . .
eyes marked with tired anticipation, background narration, and blue animation.
i can’t write this lost soul anymore and they have come to claim me, with their tired stories of normality.
i mustn’t conform, conformity is pointless death.
i will keep this sacred moment locked away, and ready for better times.


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