Inert.

Where people show their ugliest facade,
the world gleams in its dying days.

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They say that the stillest waters are often the deepest waters...

Be still.
Be reflective of the light that shines upon you.
It searches deep into the darkest depths of your heart,
Its light bouncing off neglected ornaments and articles tattered on the ocean floor.

Shallow waters are impatient, and always in a hurry.
They reflect with dozens of distractions, unable to keep still.
Reverberations keep them ignorant, or in fear...
They gleam with stunning colour and spark,
Flashy, they trickle and tremble about,
Hiding away their shallow depths, for they know they cannot fool light.

But Light will not plunge into shallow's rippling heart...
But only into one whose depths stand by upon its surveying.
One in hopes of recognition, of discovery.
To shed light on the darkest secrets,
And to finally surface what's been hidden for too long,

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It's all so futile, I have no other reason anymore.

This was better in my head...

LOL, Sarah.
I hate to say this to you.
"There's really no way to reach me, because I'm already gone."