In this body, I've planned out every detail of my life, down to jaded lines I'd dream in black ink across every illogically practiced draft. I've chased away my premonitions like the feeling of lonesomeness when the sky pierces my side's eye in grey, though it never and refuses to leave.
This body that laces around my mind with physical miseries and I scream as loudly as I can. Dreams abandon and the starlight of angels voice leaves me blinded.
I've sacrificed the soundscape of so many things that I love and my favorite foods for the music of my god's voice. I don't know how to hear Him again.
