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you cry,
it's cathartic,
then you regret ever crying.
tears
forbidden fruits of emotion
before was stoic peace
naked, and not afraid
and now you are.
an echo chamber of shame
and guilt, and doubt
and hate.
and what a kandinsky brain you have
a collection of merging things,
loud and vibrant,
erasing any trace of your previous blank canvas
the regret is insurmountable
but it's imprinted itself already
it's your struggle
singularly and uniquely yours
or at least you think
because no one seems to bother
and the universe clicks her tongue
says you've failed,
that you're void of what makes the world turn
you're weakness personified
the universe wills your loneliness
a plot hole in her perfect narrative of humanity
the universe does not love you,
but she doesn't bother hating, either
she just does not want to see you.
and thus
you're a floating burst of energy
forever kinetic
blasting infinitely
to a place no telescope could spot
so scientists can't put a name on you
who are you, anyways?
just cry, pathetic wench.