Sutte

If I’m to be candid, the sun just isn’t as luminous as it once was

And once something dims, like a light bulb, it only gets worse until

No light

I got maps on my goddamn arms

Yes, I intend to prevail

One day, I suppose

I can’t help but appreciate that infinite blackness

That cold, opaque emptiness

Once acquitted what do you do

You just go back to the fucking universe

That’s what you do

So…the scars, you want to know about them?

Memos to slash deeper next time

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