Self inflicted absence.

You walk in the forest alone. The shadows fall on you in the shapes of my absence.

You dwell in their patterns alone. Your eyes are not here.
Where in the forest are they?

When life hits you, you close yourself so articulately.
You close yourself like a bud.
No sound. No sight.

Just your darkness bright.

You cover the glass windows
You cover your soul

With curtains of self deception.

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