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As the time wastes away, she sits there, just listening all of the colorful emotions on the wall.

I wish there was a word that could replace the word "sometimes".

As the snow fleets off the mountainside, As the wind blows into my open eyes, Crushing force within my tear ducts, I'm finally ready to push off of my feet.

If I had to think about the trajectory of my life and where it is headed, all I can think about is the trauma and pain that my life has caused me.

The whites of your eyes They look at me, as I'm about to fall asleep and you know how much this time has meant to my own clarity Time to chase you Down this road again I can't stand you Still, I can't be still at all You cleanse me from myself You wash me…

Do you sense The wind brushing against each hair on your skin The air that you breathe loudly Everything has its way into your senses Feeling dull about the things you know Repeating the same things over and over again And over and over again Not knowing…

Wire to wire Skin to skin The lightbulb blooms The power within To see it through To make us sleep The warmth it seeks The hands of them It shivers at night Brightness they feel With eyes alone Into the blind sky To never appear Wire to Wire Metal to stone

My Life Meshing with the light makes my shadows go astray Sinking in my toes, feeling every inch and grain Water flowing in trapping everything between Whispers of the wind gently float upon the shore Catching bits and crumbs, all collected and all stored…

Specific flowers bloom in the dark before they scatter into pieces.

From afar it seems like nothing is wrong.