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 And here's piece #2, coming straight at you from the depths of my depression! Or, at least, past depression. That's good, right? Oilfields Burning. My heart is burning. Set alight by a match, a torch, or what have you. It doesn’t matter, because it’s out of control. I feel it spread along my pipelines, my very soul burns away to fumes floating in the sky. I’ll let the tears fall as they miss the fire and salt the earthen flesh beneath. Those who observe this inferno see not how widespread it is. To that end, nor do I. Alarm bells sound, but there is no one there to hear me. Or maybe there are, but they’re as deaf as they are blind. So be it. And no one will watch the attempts made at control, to end the flaming terror. No one will see them fade into the oranges and the yellows, as if they were not there at all. But I feel their ashes. I feel their weight bear down on me, and for what? Are they for me to fall further as the heft of the pain sinks my feet into the ground? There ...

 I'm going to start loading up some of my written material from between my dA and now! First up is "Confidence"! Confidence Confidence is fleeting.  Tell me to stand in front of a crowd, and I will oblige.  I will see my past, then, and the people outside of my mind looking in, and then the ridicule.  The laughs, the stares, the persecution of what you see and what you think I ought to do will come to mind just as I begin to speak.  With that, the confidence retreats, leaving a waste of unfinished sentences and fragments of phrases.  Confidence, again, is fleeting.  When you need it most, it’s never there.  The conflict of speaking in the moment and speaking with refined thoughts and words is a barrier.  A barrier, it seems, whose only purpose is to induce regret by inhibiting confidence.  With that, sometimes confidence was not there at all.  To believe in yourself and your work, your blood and your guts spilled onto the page, you ...

 Hello! As of today, November 8th, 2021, I will be moving all my literature from my DeviantArt to this new blog, and any future pieces will live here as well. So sit back, grab a sparkling water, and read. This is partially for archival, and partially also just for the heck of it. Feel free to leave comments on my pieces, I'll read every one I see!  Many thanks, Greyson (bouncypear)