| My Inflatable Subconscious Has Swelled Down Again. Master of the Talk Hermit of the Action I sit in my Open Walled Jar Waiting for a noise to hold onto Stinging in the air repeating itself in my mind I can't think Straight The rocks in my way are too heavy It's a cold morning and the earth sighs as it waits for the sun to wake up I never went to sleep at least I can't remember falling there I've always been stuck here waiting for the sun to wake up There I go again Blocked by these powerful boulders Slipping and Scoring their way into my thoughts so they're not even mine anymore I wish i could talk out loud I'd be the master of conversation But i'm stuck like a hermit with shakey hands and a walk knitted so tightly together i never find myself arriving anywhere The first exhale of the sun arrives and i feel it condensating the dew out of my body I flip my head aside hoping to be dry and warm and i wait... For as the Sun rises so do the Leaders. I'm here to be that leader no matter how many more days i find myself stuck in this Inflatable Subconscious that has once again Swelled down I can take the next wind and bear upon my mind another boulder, but instead of trying to move it... I'm going to climb. |
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Sigha poetic moment lost withSigh
the aggravation of having to think and type and...
sigh...
there. exactly why it's lost.
the sighs...
I try I try I try to keep it logical, legit and in touch with how i feel,
but feelings lead to other emotions that intertwine and i have trouble saying what i want to be revealed.
from the beginning to the end, it's like walking in a crowded hall.
listening in on one conversation, and eventually hearing a part of all.
A sigh, once again. for never truly finishing wha
by ~KrickettsDeviant
My Inflatable SubconsciousMaster of the Talk Hermit of the Action I sit in my Open Walled Jar Waiting for a noise to hold onto Stinging in the air repeating itself in my mind I can't think Straight The rocks in my way are too heavy It's a cold morning and the earth sighs as it waits for the sun to wake up I never went to sleep at least I can't remember falling there I've always been stuck hereMy Inflatable Subconscious
waiting for the sun to wake up There I go again Blocked by these powerful boulders Slipping and Scoring their way into my thoughts so they're not even mine anymore I wish
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