I could not stand to be sand heaven rock pillars at the thoughts thinking taste like rot to do what matters most to dance til muscles choke to feel the weight we wakefully put away beneath the bedding begging to be brought to realizations in constellations that native minds provoked to see the small to notice all the notes
I could not feel afflicted areas like tumors in my head like breath of crystal air but breathing in the dead now waves they hit the boat swaying back and fro to lull me into dreams to sink me in the deep corridors of sleep I didn't think I could not make myself more melody to memories to photograph familiar faces but never really see
Slowly I can be softly I can feel to close my eyes and kneel to know I battle black grey and devil unbalanced at this level now laid across the floor and begging God to give me more.
~PsyqSol
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