Constancy is like numbness. It cannot be perceived; it is a flat line of inactivity. What can be sensed is flaws and fluctuation. And sometimes, I'm numbed. This numbed state of my mind leads me very easily into a state of comfortable deterioration. It makes me feel at home in my comfort zones and that…
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Eyes look like Vacant emotion Of dry tears The plea to cry lidded Beneath thick walls of kohl Utterances, answers- reduced To orphan talk in phoney voice Unclaimed belief frets loosely Within the hold of hypocritic truth Movements, motion- maimed To mere mechanic ticking of time Forced routine and dreary steps Fall back into cycles…
An Abyss of flaws 