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[quicksand_]

sometimes, it's a vice, tightening around my ribs with each passing day of silence. the pressure builds slowly, invisibly and just like a machine, all gears and steel and coldness. the wheels of a clock tick like a jackhammer, like a heartbeat and instead of stretching, reaching, creating, giving birth to art eras and bleeding dry-- i am going on

Comments

[recure]

i really like this.

you write beautifully.

[quicksand_]

thank you. i really like that you really like it.

[secreto]

I've missed you and like always I am delighted to see an entry of yours.

[quicksand_]

i thought you might have gone away, but i'm glad you're here and still writing and commenting and i always appreciate you, you know?

[secreto]

I run away too much but I can never run away from myself.

I'm glad someone does.

[lovestaria]

we find solace in the strangest places sometimes. you'll find yours. oh & psst. you write beautifully.

[quicksand_]

yes. yes, and thank you. <3

[ohpetticoats]

your talent is going to lead you in wonderful directions.