I wake with a leaden heart
On a day that isn’t worth the start
And I’d fain watch it all fall apart,
But it isn’t worth the effort.
Instead I grasp at wisps of dreams,
Hoping they’ll hide me from all the things
I do not know, or will not seize,
And will only leave untouched or burnt.
Writer In Retrospect 
If you keep moving me beyond words so consistently as you do, I’ll never leave a comment. Except to say that I find your work consistently moving. Perhaps I could just say thank you.
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Hah! Now there’s a conundrum I know well. I should be the one thanking you…
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Sometimes you have to go out and look for other things when you’re playing hide and seek.
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But who wants to move, once they’ve already found a good spot to hunker down and wait for a climax?
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Then you run the risk of being overlooked. If you can’t be easily found and you don’t step out… then the world just keeps on spinning and you’re the only one left in the dark.
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Well… Then I definitely won the game, at least.
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You have your rose-colored glasses on again, don’t you?
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Unfortunately, no. I must have lost them in between the couch cushions… Lately, I’ve been wearing my metaphorical black shades a lot instead; They go well with dark humor and cynicism and stubbornness.
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My cup of tea.
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