Numbing, beautiful, colors.
They creep into the room as my body relaxes.
Addicted to the self pity,
addicted to the beautiful imperfection,
addicted to being human.
Perfection is expected in this life I live,
so I escape.
Rarely,
but deeply.
It's so surreal- yet makes time fly faster than a jet.
I whisper in the silence, knowing that you are listening.
Knowing that you are there.
And I just wish.
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