Empty spaces

Sometimes it feels like we never grow up,
we just grow old.
The dust of the beaten path cling to the soul.
So tired.
So weary.
Days pass into weeks, into months, into the forgotten.
Like a favorite song played one too many times.
The glitter faded.
The reflections blurred.
Faces walk by.
They stare and they judge and I judge them for staring.
So we’re not all that different now.
And that smile you guard so fiercely…

I don’t want it.

My rainbow has seven shades of grey.

The distant stars, my only refuge.

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