You have not known what you are.
You have slumbered upon yourself all your life.
Your eyes have been as much as closed most of the time.
What you have done is already in mockeries.

The mockeries are not you.
Underneath them
And within them,
I see you lurk...


-Walt Whitman


21.10.15

to whom it may concern


I AM SO SORRY. I have enjoyed my solitude a little too much. In turn, words formed are sucked into a void in some pit of silence somewhere where they become insignificant and turn into THIS space.





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