As I sit manically thinking, hurting and sinking brain blazing on the brink of what may be the spark that sets me off into the night. I just realized I can't see what I want; I just realized blind what I need, I just realized what I want on the outside you can't see what type of conversations could there be. on fire with so many thoughts raining in through this a crash course reawakening. just when I think I have containment, a burst of theories floating down in my head, like a confetti parade of tiny pictures instead, flashing clues to life as whipped in wind, so I catch just fleeting glimpes, which leaves me with worry of did I miss anything. Cant go back they are in a pool all around,and constantly falling without making a sound. Maybe fait will eventually be unfair, and cover me so that I have no air. Somehow comforting if death stopped the never-ending rain.
ThaSociallyInsanePoet
C.Pat.Paxton
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