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 thoughts
sometimes those times are scary
sometimes they're not
sometimes,
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 " ] ◂
