6.8.2020

My truths are disorted

My truths are distorted

I've come to learn
that night whispers
in inverted ways

Paints the nightmares
out of flowers and
delusions out of stars

It took the moribund time
and darkening days
to see the falsehood of it all

Now I'm grasping to
each passing second
all the familiar flickers or light

so I can find my way
through endless labyrinths
of the lies I've created for myself

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