I Hurt You

I hurt you.
You hurt me.
Humanity’s a fucked up family.
If you want to have meaningful
relationships in life,
you will have to endure great pain.
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Month Three

And everything fades and keeps fading and will keep fading and this never ends. It just sinks another level lower. Just another bruise I find in the morning that Heaven doesn’t know where it came from because there’s no light left. There’s an unending darkness confronting me at every sign of a return. This is only month three and it’s only getting worse and I have another stomach ache. The nausea stopped being existential about half an hour ago because now it’s just vomit. But after I purge it’ll all be better for a few minutes. I promise you in those few minutes we can start all over again. I’ll try again and we’ll see where things go. This time it’ll be better. This time, I promise, we’ll all be fine. And we’re not fine, no. And everything fades. It hasn’t faded yet. I can see the streams through the streams. Sweating and freezing and shaking and hiding and everyone’s out to catch me now. A pariah, I have stolen the robes of. I’ll tell you this isn’t me, and these aren’t my robes. You’ll tell me this is, and I guess you’ll be right. The room won’t stay still, and I guess neither will I as I cover the outside with the in.

The End of This Chapter

I'm packing up my bags because it's time
to go. Thanks for the ride, I had a time.
Will we again cross paths? I cannot know.
Like shooting stars in the night sky we may.

Time has been here before, destined from the
start to see the end straight from the heart. We've
been at these roads before the winds breeze through
my hair tip my hat to stop the train and

straight out of the heart these words live. I tell
you to stay back and don't get hit by the
train blazing into the future like a
nomad into the sky burning a trail

in the hearts of many let us trade scars.
What was so long ago but this cannot
end. Our delusions revealed so clearly now.
The train's nearing, get off the tracks to live.

Written by the Author in the spiel of
time bound by the ink of His pen live all
you can, live all you can. Fade away, no.
Do not fade ever, please, the dust you're not.

The dust is not settled and a storm is
brewing, and the train is in need of some
renovation. You cannot come with on
into the distant horizon, please, no.

The twilight falls again and we meet the
end of this chapter.