Day 102 – words

Like love or the word of love, do i know what they really are? interpretation, the play, the twist, the dance, as much as i want to believe in those characters, into their truthfulness, into their lies, they play my fingers, they whisper, they rule my blank space, they fill my void, empty it out, their demanding existence, arent i nothing but their slave? 

Words, sticky like spider web, hurting like broken glass, comforting lies like the clouds. 

And thus, here i am. 

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