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Island
One cloudy day I was walking
through the empty halls of a building.
The crystalline,
breezy
Emptiness was ethereal.
It was rather comforting.
It was a
haven:
A place where I could stay
—Where insignificant thoughts
ebb and flow like smoke
rising from an ember—
Indefinitely.
The echoes of my own footsteps
were an unfathomable rhythm.
They fascinated me.
I can see everything inside and out.
Clean linoleum lines the hall
with a comforting, glowing shade of white
I can see through, see the gold-stained
grass and trees growing outside waving with life
separated from the pale jungle by a glass shield.
It’s nice to be like a child again, I thought.
Nothing matters; nothing will happen
as long as I stay here.
Here, in this cozy vortex.
I will be forever sheltered;
forever oblivious
to what happens outside.
Suddenly, I realize
This is why ignorance is bliss.
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