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at the end of it i prefer none of it to be seen in the public eye it changes what i cry stories and parts of myself that i never shared out in the open, stabbed and stared- at and ridiculed but honestly,  it doesnt offend me precisely because i never tried to impress anybody its more of a relief  that i was able to fully commit  to something so deeply  and come swimming back like an addiction but without developing a habit. ironic,  my tendency  to develop an obsession to immerse myself turns out its good for creative outbursts

thus a story comes to a close with an experience i enjoyed with many creases and folds lots of ups and downs, mystery all around a chance for me to explore creatively in new grounds definitely felt an awakening for my artistic mind something i refused and avoided the grind but knowing the capability that i hold i wish to create more defined stories that i can shape and mold

 under the surface of the lake lies an undying fire, engulfing everything it touches on the surface, theres not a mutter a calm still face, no bubble in place but below the water is a dangerous place rage, anger, vitriol and hate sorrow, depression and pain joy, wonder and agape swirling in a monsoon of heat chaotic and random, yet keeping a beat the water hold it over but what happens when tycoons spill their greed all over?

  in the case of hypothermia one loses their mind surrendering everything to the ice the clothes on their back to what they believe is warmth only to fall into eternal slumber

 a mistake a trick by fate  i knew i should have left- instead i cried and wept lost the sanity i shouldve kept- things that only appear when i slept and now i just walk towards death here i silently wept not a story i was,  but a curse i am not a dream i am,  but an illusion i had a fool remains a fool believing a god doesnt exist others say he wouldnt be cruel the blood pouring from their wrist what it all felt like was lies and whims even when the moon left him along with all his limbs he continued to dance to the requiem hymn

I cannot say if it changed their course— but mine? Mine has been set in motion, a sudden force, a momentum I never expected. The paths we walked, parallel for so long, are now entwined, and my journey— accelerated in a direction I could not anticipate, pushing me beyond what I thought possible. Will their trajectory shift, too? I can’t know. But I do know this: nothing will be the same. Not for me. Not anymore.