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Take a walk and
find a peice of your
childhood
Nostalgia
Is Bittersweet
grieving- lost
Is not truly
lacking, but
gain wisdom
son
and keep watch
So then, What shall we say?
Take it and run with
it cannot be too (un)
easy.
That is to say
that this is
the spirit driving.
Don't Loathe! Learn?
Nothing is relative
everything is ultimate
Ha!
You've bound your
arms and
hogtied yourself.
cry yourself
to sleep
and take the salt
left on the pillowcase
dust it into a shaker
and pour it on your
self inflicted wounds
"the spice of life"
-legalism kills-
Ephemeral
They never leave
In Out
and back again
time after time
memory after memory
pain after pain
They seem like mere ideas
but then, they are re-embodied
through pupils and retinas
and that certain single heartstring
is plucked
Its a flat note this time around
the bend is another one
who knows, maybe more.
Graphite is a sufficient replacement to salt water
This is pain?
this is depression?
How?
How has it been glamourized
lifted up
made a Cliche?
I've found no name here
no identity
only weak knees
and overexposed blood vessels.
Come
try and find me here
because here
I don't really exist.
February 6th
plastic keys
and red lights
electrical current
and wavelengths
bended knees
spine upright
walls of cement
once brought strength
but now i've left
that haven below
and have decided to wander
to familiar places
alone
avoiding
familiar faces
Repetition is a pattern, and lines can form patterns, and...
lines bring boundaries
boundaries bring safety
safety brings comfort
comfort brings lazyness
lazyness brings weakness
weakness brings humility...
or at least it should.