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The 'I' in Happiness  "deep within these memories died the happiness  we seek." -written on 27.12.2020   From one end of the universe to the other 230921 words don't seem to easily flow out from me anymore.  creativity seems dead.  is it because of the lack of emotional exposure?  a fire burning from inside and yet i continue to add fuel the fuel slips out words i never thought would escape while the fire turns the words i wish to speak into char the fire contains a protective instinct, but how far will it take me? how much will it allow to feel? 141220 the longing and lingering shadow which dawned upon me was finally cast away light and warmth like never before made the longing from death disappear nurturing my growth  into the tree i had longed to be flowers which grew beside me stood tall protected and changed a burnt garden into an earthy home FIN.

 06 here lies a number close to my heart DO NOT REPOST MY ART/POEM 'Mush' poetry accompanied by art 01 demons in my head and in my lungs and in my heart wish that i could numb these invisible bruises and i can't understand why living has to be this hard it already feels like i've taken a life that isn't mine. 02 life, is it still-darkness or flashes of monochrome burning in flames that only bursts from inside nightmares and reality all seem as one i still don't comprehend why living requires too many things all at once 03 my inners feel like tar and my outer feels tarnished am i just an empty pot holding nothing but faux seeds 04 do people look like they carry knives behind their backs or am i the one who places the knives behind their souls trying to resonate with the mundane emotions they might be feeling besides the piercing pain will they make me feel whole .FIN. DO NOT REPOST  MY ART/POEM