im getting that restless feeling again and it scares me. it starts in my chest and slowly seeps into my head and down my spine, filling me with a desire to destroy just to see what will happen. it clouds my already fogged reality until i can't see my hands anymore. i can't see where they're wandering, what lines they may be crossing. and it scares me because it takes everything in me to hold onto some sort of control, to squint hard enough to make out the outlines. it grows and swells until it has no where to go but up and out like a mushroom cloud. it builds up to this faster and faster each time. i don't have time to pick up the pieces of the last explosion before i'm preparing for the next. i don't have time to rest my guard. i'm tired of straining my eyes and tensing my jaw just to navigate communication
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poetic rambles
Poetryim not a poet by any means, this is just fun and therapeutic for me and it's easier to post them here than it is to share them with people i know. maybe this will help me build up to that :>
