I have received my subject grades; the bittersweet flavor lingers upon my lips. Another published story around the break of the sunset; no elation over the swirling auroras. Plotting my schedule for next semester; a restless digging to where it should fit.
A meeting between the blue ocean and frosted winds.
Locked through the strings of the dark forest, I gaze into the nothingness – solving the calculated equation the day has brought to my plate.
I had a time to embrace the skins of the pollution as I strolled around the close places in my town. The urge to break from the cage of my house ran to the tip of the volcano as I simplified my own morning with repressed thinking – of how I should run it or of what should I get done to be productive. I allowed my freedom to take my head today.
But it was as if I had been washed with yellow acid – I forgot to have my soul today.
Perhaps, it flew when I forced it to stay in my game. I want to apologize to him, but I cannot find him. I have searched for his flare with no success.
I am a walking mechanic with parts requiring oil and repair. Some days, just like this time, I wonder why I drown through the filtered waters of exhaustion and bliss. I have no cause for my actions and it truly straightens my spine. I do not know what to do.
I have a mountain of successes today and I should feel high about it – but I am not; that is the problem.
I want to sleep when I cannot; I want to talk to somebody when my thoughts told me, ‘they won’t understand.’ I want to pour this out of my bruised lips, but teeth flashed fences to refrain its escape.
I am slowly fading into my own prison.
And I am letting all the support out.
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