unprocessed thoughts are piling up... not so much jigsaw pieces that complete a puzzle, but more components of a masterpiece. worse still, a masterpiece that is currently unfathomable, with components that have indecipherable blueprints.
so there is a reluctance, a mix of dread and fatalism - that is not only uncalled for, but also extremely reprehensible.
gone, is the awe of grace, the admiration for its character. in its place, a pride that simultaneously scorns the very presence of grace and scoffs at the pathetic being that is the reason for its presence. all at once, wanting to be held safely and fearing that desire to be symptomatic of an inherent, incurable weakness that will forever cripple an already-crippled being.
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