on mute

Only today did I realize we aren’t meant to be anything but alone, utterly stranded. Thoughts and emotions trapped unless communicated, and what a hindering tribulation it is to reveal such private travesties. There seems to be less exposure in stripping naked, under unforgiving florescent lights, and in front of a carnival’s house of mirrors!

Love proved to be of solace, but not much of a cure. There’s no cure.

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