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Stop Moving

Sometimes you have to find a world where you belong. A place where our words are heard. A place where the cruelty of the living isn’t welcome. 

We’re going to escape to this place, okay? We have no need for our shadows to guide us. We’re doing, We're doing, the right thing! We’re doing the right thing!
We’re.
Doing.
The.
Right.
Thing?
Maybe­
Maybe?
Maybe he’ll be there to greet us.
We’ll tell him of our life, this life.
That we never got to tell.

He’ll see our words.
He’ll see your eyes.
Do right by him, and take this last bit of water. This last bit of water.
Allow yourself to be undone.
Allow this water to overdose and over wash, washing over their words. Washing over this sin!

It’ll stop my pains. It’ll stop our tears. It’ll stop our pains.

It’ll stop my tears.
Tears never got us anywhere! Tears never demanded this mercy!

Let me be forgotten.
I'll be forgotten.
You’ll be forgotten.
There are no stories.
There are no words.
There are no stories.
No one will remember, but him! But him.

But him.
Yet you’re smiling? Yet. You. Are. Smiling?

Is it freedom?
This must be freedom!
This
sinsation.
This sensation that spreads from my head to my feet.
This sensation that unfolds upon my soul with soft and heavy rhythmic
sinsation.

The sounds of counting down of voices that warms my chest.
They’re telling you to hold on.

They're telling us us to hold on.
I’m telling them let you go!
Go!
Go!

Gooooo!

Your feet are moving faster now.
My white socks that you’re wearing
are beginning to move faster.
Faster, faster!
Faster, faster...
They appear to be moving.
Flying.
Flying away like little doves?
Soon the pair of dove wings grow, slow and steady, slow and slowing
into the pumping of your
feet,
stop moving.
 

Stop.
 

Stop.
 

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