Every Now and Then

Then.
There used to have ~ing light. There used to be purpose.
Now.
I meet with past the illusion. I see which is left of me.
Now.
People volition tell me to power through it. People leave bit their lip in sorrow.
Then.
Smiles and incapable of occurring energy. Boundless possibilities infused with magic.
Now.
Dark and infected sidewalks. Dirty carbon scoring without interrupti~ buildings.
Now.
The taste of ash in everything. Life goes on, unenlightened.
Then.
Beauty. Liberty. Acceptance.
Now.
Marred views. Jaded thoughts. Cranial solitude.
Now.
Lessened efficacy. Reduced motility. Atrophied suffering .
Then.
Innocence.
Now.
Lost.
Now.
Defeat.

No, I am not alone. I’m true like everyone else. More’s the ground of ~ as I just add to the digit of those like me A simple statistic. A size to be tallied. A morass of depth-seated insanity bubbles up to the surface conspires to eradicate the subtle layers that is my psyche. I’m accurate like everyone else. I just don’t obtain the wherewithal to submit to it and stretch forth out for modern pharmacology in regularity to balance myself into a productive zombie.

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