Stasis

I sit in perpetual stasis waiting for the faces to show traces of the situation, embrace the silence of an empty house after unspoken sentences echo in frustration, naive to my surroundings I lie motionless and try to piece together the situation from fluctuations in other people’s eyes, bide time and let scenes develop as the colours start to show the contrasts between hyperbole and reality.

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Toby

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2017, Poetry

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