fighting the urge to scream
resisting the temptation to sleep
stuck in a paradox
of perpetual sameness
my thoughts were bleeding out of me
my heart is left
inside this green bottle
I dream of travel
going full throttle
to a destination
and place in time
where I can rest
where I can fly
heading word of mouth
I listen softly
a refugee of myself
lying honestly
don't believe the words I think
connections to nothing
you'll find me someday
when I join the living
waving in and out
fighting the urge to laugh
resisting the temptation to wake
stuck in a paradox
of perpetual changes
my thoughts are bleeding out of me
I love this. I know this feeling, and you described it perfectly.
ReplyDeleteI had to read this a couple times, but I really like it. I like the black and white picture in the background of the camera at the eye readying for a shot.
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