dance dance dance

"we are unutterable alone, essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important to us."

i don't feel anything, except this feeling of non-feeling. i'm blank. if i die now, would it matter? i mean really, would it matter? not to you, dear reader. but to me. will it matter to me if i die? well, i'm uncertain of what's on the other side so that makes me prefer staying on this side than get to know the unknown that might be worse than here. no, i'm not going to kill myself physically.

although i should be really kill myself. kill a part of myself that's dead and withering.

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who else would i show?

the world waits for you.

tick tock, tick tock.

hush hush

secret feelings and emotions.

furtive glances and clandestine rendevouz.

voyeurs and gypsies together.