there are many times
where i find myself in a daze;
a sense of subconscious escape.
i do not want to be me.
and so i drift away.
and instead of being asleep this time,
my eyes are wide open.
all noise around me muffles
to white noise with no meaning.
i stare at the tree in my backyard
but i do not see the brown of it's bark,
or the green of it's spring.
instead, i'm away in my thoughtssometimes those times are scary
sometimes they're notsometimes,
they are exactly
what i need
to escape
from all
the hurt
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nostrum
Poetry‣ nostrum noun { a medicine prepared by an unqualified person, especially one that is not considered effective } - = ≡ ___________ [ previously published as " pills and alcohol " ] ◂