Elucidating Questions

People who get me

But how easy am I to get?

How many of the secrets I never say paint their way into a dark canvas, covering the colour and dissolving them?

How can I be sure what is temporary what is real?

All I see is the right now

But my panicked, tired, mind

Shows me horrors from tomorrow

It’s just a day away

Yesterday’s gone along with the feeling of feeling known

I remain unknown

Darker feeling creeping in underneath the tapestry created by

Shooting smiles all around

This thick black ink I cannot escape

Slowly drinking the colour away

Right beside you

Another day

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    Pytho Black

    Walking in the morning desert, realized that I don’t need anybody.
    But there you are, somebody, not anybody, whether I need you or not.
    Foresaw, or imagined I foresaw, that you will, not soon, but soon enough, give birth to a girl child. As she grows, you will worry. She is becoming too much like you, and that is not healthy.
    Sure enough, the hard time comes. You attempt to hold, comfort her, but she pulls away, with her eyes closed and lips clenched tight, in that annoying victim pose she always does.
    Then you remember something I said, and say it, and she opens her eyes, crying, and looks you straight into your soul, like she never has before, and says, plaintively: “Mom?” And of course, you don’t realize you remembered anything. Those words are your own. Because, how could you remember I sent them to you, after you have long, and rightfully, forgotten me. I will never have existed.

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