Flying freely in the sky
Without a destination before my eyes
Flailing uncontrollably
Not thinking about a single thing
My nerves are numb
Feelings are foreign there's no fun
I'm ignoring it all
Anything to avoid the fall
There's no one around me
Maybe that's how I deal with it,
To not see
That doesn't stop my mind though
It will continue to conjure up a recipe
That won't stop the free flow
It slowly but surely kills, eats the complexity that is me
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Lost Poems
PoetryLove writing, mostly poetry in general I hope this impacts you in a way and if it doesn't then I'm sowiii. Enjoy!
