sweet rythmic wind dance in my head that spins for your approval
upon the broken mattress where i lay.
dismissing all reality in substitute for my own misery.
combined forces in one grasp allowing time to suspend itself
in its own oblivion. perhaps where we stood could not support our fall.
unfortunately, we as our own believers must sometimes
consent to the unbelievable
so that our faith may be sustained...
Reason for writing:
half asleep
Birth sign: Scorpio
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