Flashbacks

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deepened thoughts about fresh soil

wanting to find a blooming garden

for my unplanted flowers.

metaphors uncompleted

with fragments wedged.

no harmonizing permitted here.

if only my laughter could be constant

spinning up and around stagnant crevices.

it's agitating

the strained lyrics whose rhymes remain unpaired.

these confessions shouldn't even be whispered.

i'm skating between glassed candles

on spilled sugar.

this is a rollercoaster built with rotting nails.

subsequent days with no sun

entering mathematical analysis

unsolved equations

balanced to a metranome's beat

hidden metamorphosis.

am i frightening?

was my childhood deformed by fear

with a little sprinked malice?

these confessions shouldn't be whispered.

have i abandoned my humanity?

brainwashed by mirages?

it's like i'm immune to greener grass

addicted to sorrow.

and i promised myself

i promised myself repeatedly

"stop dreaming of a counterculture

and live it.

reveal those tye-dyed wings

recite those metaphors.

fears of success and failure.

self-realization.

recite that heartbeat.

it's been ignored for eons

secluded by these choices."

i'm not conscious of my footstep patterns

my everlasting impacts.

i'm metaphors uncompleted

with fragments wedged.

speak my fading exhaustion.

speak my potential.

speak a prophesying psalm.

i become myself

i become myself and no one else.

and this is written for anyone who has contemplated being chained to the expectations of others

but are now basking in the heavens of their true colors.