Sometimes it feels like you’re lost in a forest, in deep green gloom.
No one around. Sunlight is not visible in the dense crowns and on the mossy trees.
And there will be no crying out, no weeping through, no help from above.
But—then you pause: “Why speak of that as it spelled some doom?
The forest feels almost like home; it cradles, leans, forgives,
It’s green and generous, what isn’t there? But there is no, there is no…
̶̶̶(̶̶̶p̶̶̶r̶̶̶e̶̶̶s̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶̶̶l̶̶̶i̶̶̶p̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶i̶̶̶g̶̶̶h̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶r̶̶̶ ̶̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶f̶̶̶r̶̶̶o̶̶̶m̶̶̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶̶̶r̶̶̶h̶̶̶y̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶)̶̶̶
Alright, sometimes you get the feeling that you’re midst the salty sea,
No one around, and only sun, reflecting, burns your eyes without mercy’s glow,
And there will be no crying out, no weeping through, no help from above,
But then you blink—the sea! It knows your name, it sings, and it holds you free,
Will rock you on the waves, wash tears away, for here to sob’s absurd, you know,
Will splash with silver fish like treasures, but there is no, there is no…
̶̶̶(̶̶̶p̶̶̶u̶̶̶l̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶a̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶n̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶̶̶h̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶l̶̶̶d̶̶̶e̶̶̶r̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶f̶̶̶r̶̶̶o̶̶̶m̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶̶̶h̶̶̶y̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶)̶̶̶
Fine, fine—not that at all. Sometimes it’s a cell where you’re locked in tight,
No one around, and the air stinks of plaster, mildew, and rot, and piss,
And there will be no crying out, no weeping through, no help from above,
So slap your cheeks: enough of the drama, stop clinging to your petty fright,
Can you dig a tunnel? Can you smash the door? Take a shot, don’t miss,
Break the guard’s neck, run for freedom, but there is no, there is no…
̶̶̶(̶̶̶b̶̶̶i̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶n̶̶̶g̶̶̶u̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶i̶̶̶l̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶b̶̶̶l̶̶̶o̶̶̶o̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶f̶̶̶r̶̶̶o̶̶̶m̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶̶̶h̶̶̶y̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶)̶̶̶
And then you’re somewhere else, where escape is impossible—no corridors, no gate,
Where truly no one dwells, just colorless matter congealed in endless grey,
And there cannot be anyone, again, and there cannot be help from above,
You’re caught inside your skull, your bone cage, sealed in a leaden state,
Those cloudy flickers behind your eyes —they are words you used to say,
No tears—just sand beneath the lids, and still there is no, there is no…
̶̶̶(̶̶̶e̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶m̶̶̶a̶̶̶s̶̶̶h̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶r̶̶̶ ̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶a̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶g̶̶̶a̶̶̶i̶̶̶n̶̶̶s̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶l̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶e̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶p̶̶̶ ̶̶̶o̶̶̶f̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶k̶y̶s̶c̶r̶a̶p̶e̶r̶’̶s̶ ̶̶̶r̶̶̶o̶̶̶o̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶e̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶ ̶̶̶p̶̶̶r̶̶̶e̶̶̶s̶̶̶s̶̶̶ ̶̶̶c̶̶̶o̶̶̶l̶̶̶d̶̶̶ ̶̶̶s̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶e̶̶̶l̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶o̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶r̶̶̶ ̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶m̶̶̶p̶̶̶l̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶̶̶e̶̶̶v̶̶̶e̶̶̶n̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶f̶̶̶ ̶̶̶i̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶d̶̶̶o̶̶̶e̶̶̶s̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶m̶̶̶a̶̶̶t̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶r̶̶̶ ̶̶̶d̶̶̶o̶̶̶e̶̶̶s̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶m̶̶̶a̶̶̶t̶̶̶t̶̶̶e̶̶̶r̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶h̶̶̶a̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶o̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶y̶̶̶o̶̶̶u̶̶̶ ̶̶̶w̶̶̶o̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶g̶̶̶e̶̶̶t̶̶̶ ̶̶̶a̶̶̶w̶̶̶a̶̶̶y̶̶̶ ̶̶̶f̶̶̶r̶̶̶o̶̶̶m̶̶̶ ̶̶̶̶̶t̶̶̶h̶̶̶e̶̶̶ ̶r̶̶̶h̶̶̶y̶̶̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶)̶̶̶
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