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It’s a trap. What now? What beyond it?This abyss. There lies, their lies-utterly undetectable, perfectly undecipherable.
It’s a trap. What now? What beyond it? This abyss. There lies, their lies-utterly undetectable, perfectly undecipherable.
What are these multitudes? Trying to boggle me down, gobble me up…. All these voices, surrounding me – like echoes from a far-away land, like fireflies floating inside the heart – buzzing, beaming, full of frivolous energy. And they unsettle. The edges of quietude.
Isn’t it supposed to make one feel – at home? But somehow, it almost doesn’t. Lead –
Home – what is that anyhow? A space – for self, for safety, for comfort. Or just a place – where you return, because there’s nowhere else to go?
Whatever it is, chaos is it? Or a zone with – white noises floating freely All around….. Serving some weird purpose – like mere creation – of voices, noises.
Where does it leave one then? What does it do? What purpose?
To unsettle, control, rephrase- Even when it shouldn’t. But yet, it does- in the name of norms- to justify it all- the mess, the decisions, the arbitrariness.
It pushes, shoves, threatens- attempting to overthrow- over the edges-of sanity. reshaping, molding understandings, overpowering- the right noises.
It’s a trap. What now? What beyond it? This abyss. There lies, their lies- utterly undetectable, perfectly undecipherable. And amidst it all, screaming for the guts to speak – wanting to be heard, beyond voices, there is – shrill, noisy silence.
Can you hear it?
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