"Softly does the night embrace me,
this churning, umbral mass of entropy
about my fleeting thoughts ensnared.
Engulfing without a care for air."

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I'm stupid for posting this so late. I'm stupid for posting this at all. I'm stupid for writing it in the first place.

This is another one of those poems that should be left to die a miserable death in the recesses of my nightstand notebook, not developed into an actual piece of writing and shared to ANYONE else, much less the expanse of the internet. But there are influences on my mental state that honestly just don't care about any of that and overruled all my sane brain's objections. If you have complaints, I'll be sure to write them down and relay them verbatim to this damn persuasion moving my hand at the moment.

If you're crazy enough to read this piece all the way through, then you have my respect. There won't be many of you and I'm glad for that. I might just delete this when I wake up. They say if you're about to make an emotional decision, you should sleep on it first. And, just like all the other idiots before me, I'm ignoring that perfectly-reasonable advice. I'm not even sure this IS an emotional decision, or just a severe lack of... well you all probably have your own colorful word to insert here. Til next time.