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Gaze at the past through a captured picture and wonder if the future was something they would have wanted. Would they have still smiled if they knew or run away to a different alternative even if it meant more pain.

Breathe the relief of success but intake the guilt for those who failed. You can move on, live, but they remain, stuck and unchanging.

Frustration simmers into tired acceptance, too weary to continue but too hurt to forget. Move forward with quiet injustice, hoping it will be addressed or simply disappear.

The glass of memories unlock the pain of bonds. Cherish them in renewance, praying never to lose them again, even if the hurt destroys you, even if you choke on the guilt of living while they rot in the ground.

Keep silent as they discuss the mystery you’re the key to, hear their unfiltered solutions to a problem you present while annoynomous, then watch as realisation clouds judgement and emotions reform everything they know.

Target and blame to keep up the bitter, drown in your resentment and watch those you envy swim away, laughing, finally free from you.

Anticipate the break from everyday, still a week away but with a clear countdown in sight, soon you can escape, soon you can pretend.

Week long absence from comfort cuddles and the reassuring familiar to care for the vulnerable, be responsible and forget selfish needs. Now you can indgulge once more and appreciate the moments that were overlooked but expected.

A pending ticking to return to normal panics them into action, restocking, remembering and plastering on a smile of the sane, ready to fool the world once again.

Form a mantra of information, searching for the person they talk about, the person that’s supposed to be you. Repeat the name, mannerisms, preferences until they mold onto your skin and walk in your body. One day, hopefully, it will stop feeling loose enough to fall off. One day, surely, you can stop reciting andContinue reading “24:245”