why must my idle brain
be detached from my body
it causes so much stress
so much uncertainty
all i will ask for this season
is only but a simple reason
to anchor my suspended state of being
permanently to the ground
i watch myself function
quite horribly i might add
from my place in the clouds
any sense of stability i once might have had
is now gone.
demolished.
dispersed into the wind.
i am permanently tainted
my mind has deserted, my heart has sinned
i don't care as much as i should.
i wish i did.
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a/n: welcome to today's garbage entry aka yet another poem i posted after midnight but still counted as the day before's pedid
this is messy bc tbh i looked at the time and was like oh shoOT
bye
