Fade

I long for the peace
that comes with dying:

to fade into the afterglow
of a life no longer wanted,
to settle into the stillness
and comfort of oblivion,
drifting aimlessly and endlessly
in the comfort of not being,
unaware of my awareness,
and blissful in the nothingness;

but twilight holds me captive,
and I must linger yet a while
between here and there.

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Shotgun Silence

And when the silence takes me
all that will remain will be the
empty echo of what never was
straining in the background
of a world that never noticed,
a resonant dissonance lost
in the decay of itself.

A Philosophical Discourse Between Groot and Hodor On Self Identity and What It Is To Be

I’m sorry. I had to. There’d better some damn award waiting on me for this one. This was intense to write.

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I am Groot.

Hodor.

I am Groot.

Hodor.

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