Spent the majority of last night listening to music. To quiet those whispers within that speak wether I want them to or not, even in sleep. Sleep...always there in the shadows of a small room with tall windows. Life's graffiti splashed upon the walls. So much color there, moving by candlelight. It's only memories, sometimes animated in dreams. An unwilling passenger on a ride destined to never end. And yet I'm here, finally, opening my eyes, stepping closer to those walls to see. I just want to see. Afraid to see. I want to turn, to squeeze my eyes shut.. tight. To run. To run. Because it's all there in full-blown color, splashed, swept, carefully drawn.
Careful. Don't look. Just don't.
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