Mouth paralyzed with a fear of the unknown.
To be restless yet unmoving, such is the curse.
Everyone is too occupied with demonizing sadness, or anger, or rage;
But when they enter the reality of feeling nothing and everything at all,
I wonder if they’ll turn to poetry as well.

–Β “When All Else Ends”

LL.

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