i used to feel
that life was trite
and inconsequential
a gift not worth
any gratitude
whatsoever
self destruction
was almost imminentcan you imagine
a dark riddled
with an authentic
onyx hue that never
seems to dissipate
a charcoal cloud
that weighs
the heart’s tempest
there’s no secret
to living — just
live and things
will fall into place
and one morning
you will wake up
not only happy
to be alive
but also with
an ache to squeeze
as much fun as possible
in those last minutes
of sunlight before
luna takes over
soleil’s shift
for the duration
of the evening
don’t get me wrong
there is also beauty
in the darkness
but it doesn’t have
to be so royal
within my
insane
core
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