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i came home and i did not sleep
only stayed awake
more dreamy feelings embedding into my skin
like shards of glass
sinking into me
and i still cant feel the pain
the aching of
what this really means

i feel weightless.

i feel a pulsation in my chest, and my mind gathers; eyes closed, thoughts asending, fingers moving...suddenly i am triggered to focus, as though God ordanded me the pen, in hand, i write, without opening my eyes....and, although i still cant figure out exactly what the paper left behind for my eyes, the pen cast aside never to meet me again ( Read more... )

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i marched through the glass doudle doors
found my devices of comunication
and, turning off all of the lights,
i sunk into this new reality of
closed doors
keys
sign in sheets and
catastrophies.