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I choose pain.

We gossip all the time. 

Shaping somebody, 

to what they aren't. 

When rumors emerge 

between shadows 

we change who somebody is 

No.

No, no, no, no!

It can't be December,

not yet.

Because just a minute ago, 

we were going back to school shopping.

And now we're almost halfway through the year?

It doesn't make sense.

The milky twilight 

Soft and still

Drenches me in feeling. 

My eyes illuminate, 

Reflecting the light of a million stars

Each one a place I’ll never know. 

I thought I was an extrovert- 

I'm not. 

I can't talk to somebody unless they approach me first.

 So I don't correct when somebody says something that's wrong, 

I can only wish to check off something from my

endless lists that create the illusion of success.

What will it be today?

My week old math homework due in the next hour

or adding another item to my list?

I'm lost in little infinities,

in stars that multiply the longer I look,

I lose count of what's real and what's not,

unsure when the endless stream of numbers concludes,

Because how do we even get to .1 or .01