I dream of multiplanar hauntings made of taffy and regret. The faces that visit in the mornings are variations of the same template: long hair, short hair, brown hair, blonde hair. I close my eyes and find those features razorblade-slipped behind my cornea. I leave the dagger in my mind and cover my mouth to mute the hemorrhaging shouts. Gut-shot empathy rattles the walls.
I can't disconnect from the umbilicus called devotion. I don't want to. My lifeline of faith spun from subjective inequities and enshrined hope.
I dream of a girl so very far away.
11:23 p.m. - 2015-02-16
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