running from tomorrow when i’m scared of what the future holds.
but if i never face these problems how can i ever expect to grow.
yet i’ve been running – kicking – screaming – lunging.
my newest fear may be to be on top just to plummet.
and what progress can be obtained without suffering.
and how can everything be everything and also nothing.
why does the darkness of the night provide me comfort?
whereas the daylight never fails to submerge me under.
i cannot escape it – the feeling of complacent.
i can’t shake it – it’s brewing into hatred.
it’s only within these poems that i extract my nightmares..
and face them.

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