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And so the day begins again.

It doesn’t feel different, just slightly off.

Like a loose thread, pulled ever so gently until everything unravels.

All day is spent trying to rest, to settle to something but nothing feels right.

Somehow I’ve slipped into an alternate universe where everything is almost the same but not quite.

Has it always been this way?

I obediently took my meds, every day, for twelve years.

And now I can feel the chemicals draining from me, everything comes back in vivid technicolour, but the sound is wrong.

It’s been copied and compressed too many times and is just a roaring cacophony now, a caricature of a voice.

It took four weeks of dropping doses but the end is in sight.

Everything is fine. I see you everywhere, In every strand of light, In every falling drop of rain.

Everything is fine. The sun is setting, tomorrow will be better, it’s not yet time to surrender.

Everything is fine. I set the sky ablaze so you would never have to see it lifeless and gray again.

Tumblr turned the like button into a little Christmas celebration.

[The Geometry of Distance]

“𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈… 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎.

𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈.

𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃’𝓉 𝒶𝒹𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...

𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹.

𝑀𝓎 𝓈𝓀𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻𝒻, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓏𝓏𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝓊𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓅𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝒹.

𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉.

The mornings are kind, still. Slow enough.

Then, The ordeal.

What to say of it? I'd rather pass.

Static noise Crackles a faraway radio voice, I could hear, crystal clear, With my head clamped between Blanket and pillow.

It was something about you, and you being

The epitome of (What it is to?)

Love.

How easy it is To cast a graceful sentiment into language Once thoughts sprout from A head full of dreams,

And, how hard,

To drown out the static noise of this world That offers not the genuineness, Nor the purity of your

Heart.

What if we’re not fragile like glass

Like you fear

What if every time we shatter

We merge our pieces again, stronger

Healing the rift, surviving the shift

What if we’re being wrought over coals

Like chains… forever linked…

With just a few kinks

Forged in fire like a steel blade

Sharpened over time by every flame

Every lick of heat

Steering through the deep

Bolder, wiser, soldered, sovereign

Stars… on a sacred soulful sojourn