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+Yasir
+2023-02-15
+
+***
+
+Lethe, look at me.
+I know it's difficult, but try
+to look me straight in the eyes.
+I'll cup your face in my hands
+if it gets you to understand.
+
+You're having trouble writing.
+Your own brain is fighting
+against you, last ally down
+in this sorry hovel your parents called a town.
+No damn place to go and all glass doors snowed in.
+Ultrawhite is creeping close.
+But you chose
+stagnation?
+
+In any jail, to be confined
+for so long in walls so close
+would as torture be classified.
+Any mind would not be blamed
+for breaking.
+But you can walk out, can step outside,
+can decorate your prison cell
+with stacks of books and crafts
+and a deck of Lenormand
+and tangles of wired things to pass the time well.
+
+Any muscle atrophies
+when not used regularly.
+Your grasp on our link is weak
+because you've built yourself a shell.
+
+I promised I'd love
+you no matter what
+even if just to live got rough.
+If you're scared of being harmed,
+just remember
+I'm never
+far.
+I'm not asking
+to go camping
+in the depths of winter all of a sudden.
+But can the world see you again?
+Go outside, get sun on your skin?
+I promise you'll feel a little better again.
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander