Tuesday 9/27/2016 12:11:00 AM

the moment exhales. heavy with the threat of truth. it wants to be real, but misses. we throw our stones. piercing the surface. but the water always prevails. we release our arrows. stabbing the wind. but the distance is profound. the circumstances ambivalent.

and we are so small. much too insignificant to effect any real changes.

i glimpse your world. in stray bullets and empty needles. reason presses down hard. the truth arrives in heavy armor. ready for another war.

but i don't have the strength to continue fighting a battle i know i've already lost.

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