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being prepared to lose until the end is a given and so much can happen around the bend who’s to say what it will mean to win by then? #greymatter #poetry

as my toes touch the ground i am pulled away by the ocean of truth being inside the dream means believing it’s real every imaginary pain twists at my heart begging to be known if only i had the strength to shake free and peel back the veil thick with tomorrow’s mistakes resting gently on fluttering lids restless with regret there was only ever this road the one that leads to the center this silent void that is more than empty heavy with hope this is what it means to be awake to be aware of the impossible illogical pattern repeating until it sounds like language like someone whispering welcome home #poetry #greymatter

from the perfectly broken archives: there comes a point in all this talking where talk is talk that’s all it is words committing suicide kamikaze from my lips taking with them held hostage any meaning that was left mangled names broken details, landing silent in their death #poetry #greymatter

as the paint dries on every self portrait it’s a good idea to remember that i can only ever illustrate who i was even as i am becoming something new #poetry #greymatter

the reason i love hotels is there’s nothing of me there nothing telling me who i am or who i have ever been clean slate fresh fate #poetry #greymatter