crack in the earth

as the earth splintered
thus trembling, revealed itself
an ocean of fire

//> I often feel like my brain is operating too fast.
//> I want it to slow down, but I know it never will
//> ultimately, as I continue to fall behind my own self, someday there will come a point I can no longer continue.
//> every day I work to surpass that threshold and reverse my damage.
//> broken inside until the day I die, my pain serves as a reminder that the beauty of the world will inevitably be severed from me.
//> I don't create because I want to.
//> I create because I owe the world my true self.
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