I'm awake.
Is this what life is meant to be?
Waking up early- so early -with the feeling of vibrations ricochetting off my bones.
My mind is powering at a thousand thoughts per second, yet my hands stay still.
Eyes are heavy but I don't feel like dead weight laying in my bed.
I can move,
I am not being suffocated by my Inability to breath, talk, feel.
It is ethereal,
Like pulling handfuls of blue out of the sky,
Daring the sun to touch my skin and not light me up like a lantern.
I do not feel light.
But I feel like I can finally sit up
After months of laying still.
And how this will come falling down if a single thing goes wrong.
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PoetryContradictions are my addiction, Let me carve into your ribs the words that my lips fail to form, I refuse to be anything but greyscale, scrubbing the colour from my skin to feel a sense of belonging within this vibrant world. Too much, Not enoug...
