Tunnelling
Haze.
Constant urges.
Distraction.
Wrinkles in skin,
And in sheets.
Unsaid.
Unthinkable.
Daring.
Would I? Dare.
One step closer.
Deeper.
Tunnels.
Branches.
Static, constantly.
Quiet is loud.
I just want to help.
Going backwards.
The future constantly changes.
It swirls around in a mist of uncertainty.
Rescinding - my thoughts,
Words.
Burrowing into the soil of my mind.
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