abyss22 (abyss22) wrote,
abyss22
abyss22

Becoming refined

...

Quiet, except the sound of my own breathing that I would never hear otherwise.

There is so much I need.
And so much I don't.

There are layers of distraction, unhealthy, and still.

I'm going to burn it off. All of it.
I will feel the pain. Everywhere.

It won't mean something.
It won't have a thousand words attached to it in poetic disaster.

It will be still, and silent.

Unyielding.

...I will be measured by this.
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