I'm sat with my brain on the shelf distant to myself and a heart replacing the gap in my skull. I clutch the pen in my hand and hold the paper down with the other. I create imaginative relationships inside my head and push my pen onto the page and release the Two hearts shards onto the paper creating a full heart of what I wish I could experience. Words I wish I could use on a day to day basis. I crack my knuckles and start to dog into the grit of it. The truth. The heart that's left. I feel my brain filter in as the reality cracks the purity of the paper. I sigh and my years taint the radiant white that glows and turns it into a gloomy grey. More and more I write about my head with the days I'm sat and lost at home. I know where I am and I still feel away from my family and those who feel close to me. I push my hair back out my eyes. My breathing gets heavier and so does my eyelids ad they shutter shut and I drop down onto the table beneath me.
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My Thoughts
عشوائيI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
