from the space between
the pauses in thoughts,
and the crevices in dreams,
in the time it takes
for a bubble to burst,
and for a person to trust,
on snow white paper
with scratches of ink and blood,
we write.
we write,
of things and people and places,
which were not
and will not be,
we tell fibs and fables,
weave rhymes and tales,
we distill our pain
through verses of poetry,
we go forth in the dark night,
recede back into our minds,
we invite madness
and we reach out for insanity,
we care less, or care not,
for what they call reality.
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