reconstructing the dust
making a memory to satisfy a moment and hoping it'll last forever
awkward in birth, unreliable in life, dying without wisdom – never to forget
sincerity isn't eccentric
honesty isn't the fool's
sacrificing a thousand empty minutes for the chance to taste the innocence of one unscripted experience
offering pleasure for pain
to bleed the real
to own the moment
to rack with guilt, unfulfilled in every way
reconstructing the dust, alone in the dark, with history fractured into infinite measurements of truths
the edges won't match
the colors won't blend
and the halo of yesterdays spins out of reach echoing regret eternal
K-
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