sickness from within
The days i spent in my closed mind were like the days of a sea lost crew in never ending horizion of grey and blue, washing the worn boards beneath their feet.
This subtle feeling and ice gaining size in the bottom of my instincts where my gut lies , transparent facail expressions mothered by the despair i feel, i look out my windows i call my eyes , Foggy and unclear like a child breathing on a cold window and looking at the rain outside.
I remember the days when it was bright ,warm and hot all at once the humindty of excitment hung in the air making me sweat like runner in race of joy and triumph crossing the line ,but those are thoughts that make the stones in my head and belly even more heavy to bare.
This subtle feeling and ice gaining size in the bottom of my instincts where my gut lies , transparent facail expressions mothered by the despair i feel, i look out my windows i call my eyes , Foggy and unclear like a child breathing on a cold window and looking at the rain outside.
I remember the days when it was bright ,warm and hot all at once the humindty of excitment hung in the air making me sweat like runner in race of joy and triumph crossing the line ,but those are thoughts that make the stones in my head and belly even more heavy to bare.
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