there are days where
the numbing
sadness is bittersweet.
like the beautiful kind of pain;
a reminder of what it's like to feel.
sometimes the tragic void
feels like home to me.
a dark & dreary home
where shadows stroll
and the ghosts of my past self
lurk in the corners.
they hide & saunter all around
until the yellow of sunshine
creeps through the cracks
of the doorframes.
then the shadows melt away
until darkness is reimagined.

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