the dark of night,
the blanketing of stars--
a simple theatre.
melancholy,
deep and infinite.

if peace is what you seek,
you will find it not on this plane of existence.

corners become
flat,
crowded.
stomping your solace,
without knowing,
without caring.

they spraypaint a smile over their core,
their fatigue.
a chemical reaction,
a lie.
void of ugly honesty.

[we find the most creative ways to fill the plots]

NB @ 12:06 PM

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