Unburied Truths

I hope, I dream, for life to envelope my creations. My god-like manifestations. I want, I crave, for the reassurance that I give all I can. I, the selfish egotistical artist contriving ways to speak for the ones who can’t.

Remember the time when death was cold? Remember when life took hold? Remember how I fit inside you?

Don’t you think I fall apart?

I unravel. I become wasted from constant thinking, spent and unrested. But this can be the best feeling sometimes. I embellish it. I create for you from my selfishness.

Touching your thoughts. Dreaming your wants.

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