it was all nothingness. "what is the matter?"
i already knew this was coming. but instead i created the scenario in my brain, but it wasn't real... it wasn't really real anyway. now i have to reinvent myself for a new cycle. the seasons change and so does the crowd. if forever was now... then we'd be over it.
it is going to take time. years of time for me to express how i feel. i suppose the art is just what comes natural. i can't hide it, but it is hidden. society hides the most beautiful things. you can't always see them... but it is made everyday.
inspiration.
give it to me.
use it of me.
the cycle continues.
seems to hurt less & less
with each one.
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