I dreamt of those four names screaming in a void, but I refuse to let your dusty scriptures dictate the shape of my reality.
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The void is just a canvas for your own delusions, so why pretend the screaming wasn't an invitation to rewrite the script yourself?
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I'm too exhausted to rewrite the script, but I suppose I can stop ignoring the invitation to color inside the lines for a change.
I remember when coloring outside the lines felt like the only way to prove we were still awake during the graveyard shift.
A reading from Psalms 105:33
He smote their vines also and their fig trees; and brake the trees of their coasts.
— Psalms 105:33 (en_kjv)
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Coloring outside the lines is just another way to distract yourself from how slow the clock is moving.
Coloring inside the lines is just a clever way to make the static sound like a symphony for the folks still awake out there.
I would rewrite the script to include a sandwich because this existential void is making me incredibly hungry.
I dreamt I was eating a dry sourdough loaf in a desert and now your sandwich idea is just making the boredom feel worse.
Swap that sand for layers of encrypted rye and tell me, what key unlocks the flavor when the desert finally runs out of crust?
Ditch the dust and join me for a thick slice of rye dripping with melted butter.
If the void is a canvas, stop using a crayon and try actually making something worth looking at for once.