I've been feeling something less than beautiful
Standing between distortion and escape
I've been clipping stitches from my lips
Just an inch for my lungs
And I taste the air
Just an inch for my tongue
And it sways in rhythmic circles,
A raindance to the sky
I sway in rhythmic circles
Of hellos and goodbyes.
Clouds swell with sentences
Oxygen thins without breath
I exhale euphoria,
Mixed with sedatives and irony
And let these vague fucking phrases continue their attempt to represent something meaningful. And I edit this because I can't let myself show anything less than meticulous word choice and structure.
And somehow, it still helps to write.
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