it feels like—
thick smoke embossed against oppressed lung,
chapped lips spewing out moisture with each shallow breath,
gentle winds blowing one into the realm of fantasy,
It looks like—
listless eyes gazing quietly at violent screen,
grimacing heart pounded into the shape of a smile,
saline gravy pooled around a biscuit that’s lost its crunch,
it sounds like—
“i wish” or
“i should” or
“i promise” or
whatever unspoken words to stall out the time.
open your mind again, for you are still just a root
and there is still enough world for you to grow in yet.
dream your way to life again, for the streets are loud with rhythm
and there are still more colors for you to paint with yet.
choose yourself, again and again, and leave the silent descent.
~10/2024
odyssey entry 13
viper veins entry 4
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