all of the comfortable smudging in my dreams has started transferring into reality.
i push the thoughts out of my head like opening a door. i pray it will go away, start to question my denial of god, wonder where it's coming from, if it will come back. i end up wanting more, stretching myself to the place where it will touch me, where lies come more easily. i wonder if it's natural, i imagine that it has to be- the things i can make were created by someone who only had natural resources.
excuse me.
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