I need to feel in my element again. I can't pick it out, the days and the time when I set ablaze the connection with myself. It was a gradual conflagration, a slow yet profuse one. Like an arsonist, I set my identity on fire. I don't vibe with myself the same and I certainly don't identify with myself, anymore.
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the blue and the solace
Poezjaa poetry, thoughts and an excerpts collection. - #8 in poetry - #2 in poem
