I’m in love, but not so much love that it can’t be surmounted
In pain, but not so much pain that that can’t be surmounted either
The only way I know to tell the difference is these words trailing across this page
Telling me stories that I feel but don’t know
Whispers from the subconscious boiling beneath the surface
Something older than time itself
The thing that protects the newer, softer things
Threatening to dissolve in every breaking wave
The darker impulses that explain the truth about life
Without pity, without pride
The way a snake observes it’s prey
Unemotional, unthinking
It is just there.
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