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

no, i can't tell you nothing.




The unreal is more powerful than the real,
because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it,
because it's only intangible ideas concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles, wood rots. People, well, they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend,
they can go on and on.

— Chuck Palahniuk





 glass heart
smashed into pieces.
sweep it under the rug —
out of sight, out of mind.
a foolish delusion
that it would never hurt.
walked barefooted over the rug
and stepped on the fractured fragments.
each step exponentially amplified
the hidden turmoil beneath,
the disorientating unevenness,
the shattered illusion.

oh boy, did it hurt.

a fragmented reality,
a deceptive realm of stability.
the discord between fragility and resilience,
the collision between appearances and reality.

old boy, stop hurting.






put kitty ket in her corner —
a dark place that no one would ever find.
she's not meant to be found,
she's not meant to be used.

not anymore.

keep her warm
and she may escape.
dry away those tears,
kitty ket can't get wet.

 but not anymore.

kitty ket was once here,
but she no longer is.
she's gone, she's dead,
and she better stay that way.









 'cause i'm a fucking mess sometimes
but still i could always be
whatever you wanted but not what you needed
especially when you been needing me.

'cause i'm a fucking mess inside.



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