Laid in a couch,
Head tilted,
Like an envelope lips sealed to be intuned with my feelings,
Purging the lost through this pandemic.
Dazing into the bulb,
with a cigar lit,
I looked up and saw the curly mist,
disappeared after entertaining,
Formulating into thin air
takes me away from reality
just for a while.
Deep thinking,
Paced breathe,
Sound listening,
Focused on exhaling,
I struggle between being sober or intoxicated.
Yet soothing and at the same time aching as in this moment quiet is noisy
But to the normal just quiet,
at peace,
mediating.
©hope26
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