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High School its quieting down.
i can hear myself breathe again.
and i cant decide if i like it.
the sun is beating and it doesnt mean anything.
did it yesterday?
goodnight, little dove.
ill see you on the street someday.
i see kaliedoscopes of possibilities,
and things you'll never hear me say.
coming back to me,
i realize im sitting in this corner alone,
sweating and clutching handcuffs,
my wrists chafed and oozing blood.
when did that happen?
i think you were an illusion.
i was always this way.
its calming down.
i hear the ocean lapping at my feet,
i can feel the cry of a bird ringing through me.
Its going to be ok. Right?
Im going to be ok.
After all the dust settles, I can see the
outline of destruction.
and the sun comes shining through.
i view an empty scene,
devoid of you.
i hear the stillness of time,
and i cant decide if i like it.
it feels like the silence of a coffin,
and the muteness of a scream underwater.
its like growing skin inside a womb.
it is a stealth nebula exploding.
i just woke up.
and everyone else is still sleeping.
and the light is tilted black and blue.
i know i should be under, so
why am i awake?
coming back to me, I realize where I am.
rocking on my heels in the rain,
in some dirty corner downtown,
I'm holding black chains
and my wrists are smothered in black paint.
when did that happen?
i think you were an illusion.
it was always this way.
its quieting down.
i come to realize im still breathing.
in, out. in, out.
the sun shines on half the world
and it just doesnt mean anything.
Did it yesterday?
