Let's go back to the illusion, the magic show we indulged ourselves in.
The awkward phasing of silence that we chose to embrace as moments of contemplation, & moments of tolerance.
Let's get hurt while trying to keep ourselves alive.
For I may not take you in, or perceive you as the mega pyrotechnics display now.
But why should that ever imply that what we have can never be real?
Maybe, the great fireworks show blinded me.
Maybe I'm just looking for something wrong.
Maybe I should stop looking.
I feel entrapped by the concept of necessary evil.
I should just not contemplate of the possibility of danger.
Life is meant to be appreciated. Not loved.
The greatest truth is the breath we take.
& one does not love breathing.
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