Brush away the streamers
Throw away your party hats
Your noise makers
Your regrets
Recycle bottle upon bottle of champagne
A long slow recovery from an excruciating hangover
Now what to do with your life?
Can’t forget about the past or you are doomed to repeat it
Can’t forget every shitty mistake
Every slap you took
Every time you hesitated to move forward
You are supposed to wipe it all away
Start fresh
But how?
A goal?
That’s how it worked in Super Mario
Just keep running to the right and you’ll get there
But in real life
Without a goal
You run aimlessly to nowhere
I have found a goal
One that is not oblivion
A thing I can do
And get better at
There will always be horrors
Just around the corner
But I will face them all
And even create a few of my own
For light and dark
Shadow and the blinding sun
Both comprise who I am
And who I will become!
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Horror Made 