Ctrl+Z. Ctrl+Me.

"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.



sometimes quiet is violent.



"And I will say that we should take a day to break away
from all the pain our brain has made.
The game is not played alone.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
and keep it frozen and know that
Life has a hopeful undertone."


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She lay in her bed,
aimlessly staring at the ceiling.

She closed her eyes
drifting into slumber.


But she immediately jerks awake,
gasping for breath
with bloodshot eyes
wide open.


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And there she was,
standing at the end of an aisle.

And there she was,
looking around at her surroundings.

It seemed to her as if she was in a castle,
well decorated with daisies
along the rows of wooden benches.
A creepy feeling crawling up her spine.


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Orchestra music fills her ears.
The deep sound of the cellos,
the sweet sound of violins,
the awkward saxophone trying to fit in.

She gripped the hem of her dress,
only to find it had no hem
anywhere close to the knees
it had dropped all the way down to the floor.

A train following her,
a train a mile short of her thoughts
but long enough to startle her.
She let it follow as she walked.


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She walked down the never ending aisle,
seeing the end point ahead of her.
A beautiful white table
sprinkled with clovers.

She walked on
and on
and on
and on.


Until she finally reached the end,
and she tripped over a step
which she failed to observe
while she was distracted with her thoughts.


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And she closes her eyes
anticipating the fall.

She hits the ground;
it was rock hard.

She jerks awake once again,
gasping for breath,
eyes red from tears
heart crushed.


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She lay in her bed,
aimlessly staring at the ceiling.

She closed her eyes
drifting into slumber.

What is slumber?
Her eyes open again.
She didn't want to fall asleep.
There was too much to think about.



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Am I the only one I know
waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
but I know we've made it this far.


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M.

i find it hard to hide it.
my pride is no longer inside,
it's on my sleeve.
my skin will scream,
reminding me of 
who i killed inside my dream.

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