Experiments + thoughts

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11:11 pm.

Washed away by the ocean's shore beneath the bent and twisted broken shells lays awake my dream of freedom. Weave my body through the waves and drown my lungs into the sand. A quiet prayer from the great ancestors is screaming about the blood washed away. Their carved out brains fought hard for the Dream. Between the greens of the seaweeds I'll ask you to let me suffocate.

Welcome the idiot with her rusty soul. Did you think you'd be free with your mind unborn?

I'd rather choke on blood than fight with the waves. I'd rather drown in cries than scream any more.