for now


feeling content, at ease with yourself, even if you have more than enough reason to scream at the world.
but you're not pretending, something is different.
something inexplicable, a candle on your table, while the fog drags by.
not giving in to the pressure from above, not allowing the brooding curtains to close over your head.
staying power for what may lie ahead in the unknown darkness.
eventually you'll have to face something you will find that you weren't supposed to see.
memories. things people left behind.
and you realize, some things you can't return.

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