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As I lay awake in the room,

the overwhelming smell of rosemary and sage,

it was so delicate to my senses,

I collapsed into myself once more.



The water was hot and burnt my skin,

crashing against the walls with vivaciousness,

I intended to feed the passion inside,

but my body was feeling so still.



Pressure on my chest cavity hightened the experience,

my heart scratching the walls to get out,

while the jasmine clung to my skin,

I watched myself fall out of time.



The candles were a flame in the distance,

they were aglow with life and descreetness,

that I should ever of doubted them,

But the walls came crashing in.



Music played while I gazed straight into space,

the panoramic view was disturbing to me,

Colors flowing in the air,

couldn't they're have been some mistake?



I sucked away all the senses of mine,

pulled them away, down and gone,

My herbical affair ended sadly,

as I pushed away my walls to start clean and anew.