"Write it down, absent of the pen.
The sun has been set for hours and she's rising again.
Scattered mind, I call it a friend.
I wish I thought a bit less and spoke up instead,
In my head.

There's rain inside my skeleton frame,
A hurricane within my rib cage,
I never left but I never stayed,
I'm cleaning out the fuzz in my brain,
Time and time again."
  • The place between awake and sleep.
  • JoinedFebruary 8, 2018

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