Surrounded by an electric humming.
The tap of my fingers on the keys
split the air.
Deep thoughts on life run through my mind,
Too deep for this late at night.
Too much,
For me to sort through them.
I look at the pictures I have taken on my wall,
I am happy.
I am content.
I am constantly being faced with lives being taken,
both fiction, and on the news.
What compels someone to cause the last breath
of another soul?
Too deep.
I look back to the sunsets I have captured and taped to my wall,
I try to detach,
Don't think.
It's late.
I'm sorry.
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