in a volcanic desert of blue and pixels
And I can't even hate you for it
I like to say that I have
seventeen different ways to view things,
17 ways to think.
But how to think about this?
Can betrayal occur when no trust exists?
Or ever existed?
I guess that's the problem.
I perceive when nothing exists.
You know, that condition goes by many aliases:
imagination
paranoia
blind hope
It's the latter here.
Signed in red crayon.
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