27 March 2014


I don't know that I believe that
has a shadow
or that we can go beyond it.
Doubt seems more like a haze
a gray fog
like somewhere along the line
someone forgot to add in the silver lining.
It casts no darkness,
just blurs light
and obscures paths.
It makes me question if I have any before me.
Mine seems to have ended
miles ago,
on a summer night where I scrawled into my journal
help me
and everyone around me was blind.
Ever since I've been stumbling
The sun is shining
because of a friend's words
because of a beautiful boy's smile
but still this
And how does one protect oneself
from seemingly harmless vapor?

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