blue tinted sunnies
coffee makes me crazyI knew I shouldn't have had that second cup
I dont know what it is about nescafe
that makes me want to spill my guts.
well now out with it..............
Like a dam about to break
its a kind of silence that is fatally frightful
a kind of quiet that makes the air tangible
Intense
til all comes flooding down...
a silence as deadly as when it all comes
and finally breaks
freedom after the flood???????
Are you effing serious?
who would have thought?
truth be told I make this up as I go
I make this up so maybe I can grow
Into freedom (a true release)
Into happiness
But its all a lie
Isnt?
A lie I made up
to comfort me
to falsely give me
energy
to move forward...
that kinda forward is not even productive
I am in the future
my feet have bought me here
but my heart
like my mind
I have left behind somewhere
in my blameful past
I dont know what I fear more
the silence of the dam before
or after when all is ashore.............
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