Full Force
Imprinted into my desired slumber
I lie here; awake
distracted by the simple fact that I can write
In a way that each bone completes every sentence of my structure
and my blood flows, intricately into everything
and everyone else
and it's paralyzing
I've doused myself in a seasonal dressing
Coating me in a way that I have to accept
the personal concept,
that I'm fearless, but I fear
the way you glance my way
almost as if, you're uncertain with your life
I'm uncertain, too
but because of the fact that life is
messing me up,
like a week old pile of laundry, cleaned; now, the crumb catcher
awfully cluttered
I woke up today and it's quite funny, because I'm considering
slipping away
into nothingness, but I chose, once again
to feel okay
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