It's a sticky one. This web of relations, loved ones and this commune. I don't know, I don't know, I don't fucking know. I wish I fucking knew. So that packages could be delivered and answered questions could be ticked off and everyone can scratch the curious itch.
But I don't and for the love of God, I wish I did.
And for the hope of light at the end of the tunnel, many have risen up in anger. Wrath comes knocking at my door, wanting to drive out the poison they see, pick out the plank in my eye, send me some potion that might possibly make it better or make it worse.
I sound calm for stoicism works best to keep us all under the alarm.
I can't live in captivity anymore. It's already eating me alive and voices come relentless like the speed of sound. I need to silence every audible opinion, every note that wants to sway and shuffle me side to side. I still don't know what it is, just stop asking and let me come out in my own time.
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