Shakes.
Twist.
I look outside and find I’m not the only one who writhes.
Breathe. Us in. [[slowly, slowly…]]
I shouldn’t be breathing at all.
I just get this feeling… Something is out of place.
I feel better, but found no solace in that face.
The brown eyes; aye, quite the same,
But where is that passion?
I’d rather avoid this fleeting feeling than be a part of this
GAME.
The wind toys with branches,
Old and young oft live in memories,
And now I find myself caught
Within this strained melody.
If grace is unattainable,
Give me happiness unstable.
Give me not the breath of life,
Give me not this fable.
If I was ever worth it, ever-gleaming in your eyes,
Give me irony, if I’m able.
[Forever in ready supply, no tips under the table.]
Author notes
I'm not even gonna lie. I wrote this for Zeke to read, even though it isn't about him. Life is getting strange these days. Though I miss the way things used to be, there's a really strong potential for things making a loop back in that direction. I'm stuck here.
I'm sick of it.
Tell me something I didn't already know.
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I feel special.. like when you said that. Things do go in circles like that.. sometimes its good and you embrace it, sometimes i hate to see whats coming and fight stuff... but life has a tendancy of pointing out most truths to those with open eyes. *hugs you* stuck or falling for waiting or working towards or maybe just i dont know, like me at this point.. alot of that has to do more with our own selves and not real motion.. Perception is everything . I know you wrote this like me.. you got more into my stuff.. my fantasicness and stuttered thoughts, haha.
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yeah hon i know sometimes our patients can get the best of us but you did well penning this thanks for sharing
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