Waning

Tired sleepless
Holding on to thoughts
Madness
Eyes weary with crimson
Road maps driven to
Dicombobulation
Wires crossed short circuited and hotwired
Fuzzy logic a whirlpool of insanity
Spread the sheets all over the floor
White noise
Where am I?
No dout lost in provocations
Solving the mysteries of soundness
Body soul never realate only tollerate
A different state of being. Waning Lids closing shut
On many to preserve proclivities unmeasured, underseved
Work on it till it will resolve and i will jam up tight wondering why
It all never fits in anymore where it did before. Out damn jot out i say!

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hurtandlost's picture

ah! you are so friggin

ah! you are so friggin talented! there is too much smoothie in your system!

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thanks so much!

I'll treasure that! :) hugSS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."

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lol

Thanks! I think? ;) HugSS


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."