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Don’t turn the lights on.

The feeling creeps up on me. It creeps up and engulfs my body.
It soaks me in.
The music. the alcohol. 
The feeling numbs it. It keeps me sedated and creates a utopia
It makes me feel again. makes me feel like everything is right again.
You used to give me that feeling.
Now i have a replacement.
I’ve replaced you. 
I like this feeling. The music drowns out the sound of everything else
a bead of sweat drips down my back. 
I’m taken over. I’m another person now.
Happier. More content.
I’ll never be a stepping stone.

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow



I stare at walls hoping that something would guide me to another dimension where everything makes sense. I take life as it comes. I reside in which is now known to be the fastest growing city in the Middle East, Dubai. Surrounded by fake greenery and dusty air, I long for rain. I long for rain to drench my very being, untill i feel nothing but clean and revived. I dream of happy things and i know for certain that Peter pan and pixies and fairies and Santa exists. I know. Because theres no point in not believing. Im a child. I am a grain of sand. I am a speckle of dust in this polluted world. I am a spirit roaming the end of the earth, trying to find that wall. (Read the page Painted shadow for details)

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