How fast can this treadmill go?
The one named tedium and hurt.
Seems I've been running to stay
status quo
for a millennium.
Can you feel me?
Just once I long to feel winds.
Without having them scour me raw
windblown, blind left bleeding.
Frustrated
beyond measure.
Can you feel it?
What does this existence want?
I'm constantly pressured to give.
Self is repeatedly cleaved.
Granulated,
scattered like sand.
Can you find me?
Need joy, fresh air and lightness.
Open spaces, warm sun to grow,
into the me I want to embrace.
Wholeheartedly
with dignity.
Can you see me?



I never used to, either...partly out of laziness, but mostly because I just wasn't comfortable with it. I hope you'll find your writes are improved and read a little easier, but if not it's an easy enough fix to go back to the old way.
A few little things I might have done differently, but just a couple main ones I will point out, along with spelling:



to you...

Sorry I just noticed lol.
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