knowing that continuing on leads to wreckage.
That is the case for me.
I desire to write although my eyes are heavy
My brain aches from synapses firing and creating
new pathways for thoughts previously unconnected.
However, I do this because I can't help it.
I want to stop and calm my thoughts.
I need to find my zen moments but
it seems I cannot control anything.
Everything is fuzzy and full of fluff.
Do you hear the siren calling?
Can you see her beautiful face
a mouth full of razor sharp teeth
Oh, but you are blind to them
because she sings so sweetly.
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