APDB pt. 18

Fri, 11/21/2014 - 11:14 -- JeHaMa.

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It is now that I understand

that I have underestimated the angst

towards complacency.

 

Complacency is being finished.

Uninterested.

The lack of fear.

The lack of, "Please Stay."

The lack of, "I'm scared of losing you."

It is something I yearned for

but now cower away from.

It is not

satisfaction.

Enlightenment.

To be complacent is to kiss me on the

forehead and bid me

goodbye.

I do not find solitude in forehead kisses.

My solitude resides in fast

beating hearts,

dilated pupils,

sweaty palms.

Complacent is,

"I have not the energy to fight for you."

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