all this.....progress
seems to systematically
decompose
like a corpse
this is a long alley
but i'll go it again
for nostalgia.
more like a slip
in and out of mind
not able to recognize
my name from who i am.
and when i'm gone
the ceiling holds me;
this is home
i refuse to move
from inside.
longing to reach, but,
threatened by the crippling
sense of fear...
in this-there is no place
beyond my door.
safe; yet i'm alone
whispering conversation
to the quiet that incases
me-i-we are one
but everyone wants
what they've never had.
and i'm ready
but if happiness is
miles past humility
i can't walk that road.
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seriously, i just let my mind bleed
and this is what came out
i'm sure its choppy and disorganized
but i'll probably rewrite it in the future.
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