Cease
Staring at an empty screen
Predisposed era of living
Haunting clicking letters
Stringed ordinance of
“goodbye”
Pathway trace
from spacious
to pixelated
From nothing
to something
Inform that my being
-something-
will simply cease.
Nothing.
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Faeries, magick, enchantment, Tir Na Nog, Mother Earth, poetry, the stars, and wonder are all I need in life. Hey, I'm Salem. I'm just an average nobody trapped in forever cycles of hurt and repent. My mind mixes thought and reality ever so painfully which, in turn, creates the chaotic painting that is my life. Who said chaos couldn't be beautiful?
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