It is an eye opening experience, discovering people.
Learning for the first time of what lies beneath their skin, a brilliant, manipulative curtain cloaking it.
My eyes are opened and in being so, I know now that
Ignorance is bliss.
My ignorance was bliss.
I can touch no one now.
They are all made of tiny poison ivy stars. To touch would be
To become infected. Visually effected by the cruel lies that each word they utter
is contrived of.
I think I might as well be on a lonely, starving island.
If this were so, I would not search for a way out, merely lie half sunken in the
wet, tempurpedic sand of the scurf on the bay
and wait impatiently for a wave to steal me away.
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