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Freewrite....made my hands hurt
Can I release any resistance within me so my fingers can stroke freely upon what my mind has spoken
I retrieve a token that has as if fallen from the sky, I look up and see nothing but light, I look down and see nothing but fright
What iare these labels in which are instilled in my bones, Have I grown from the day I was born to the day I had sworn to to be something?
The dawn comes slowly as does the night, as I close my eyes, I project delight in accordance to what has been to ingrained to be right, all that is left to do is wright, about the topics that seem to shake the ground on which I stand, shaking my core to widen a crack, as if a smack to awaken from a drunken haze, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, you silly man.
The keys upon which my fingers rapidly tap is a light from my lamp that reflects radiantly back, just a description, significant or not, does it matter if you're battered inside by what I write, I think not, I think it's up to you what makes you feel justified or makes you feel rot, I have been taught to fight with every ounce in my body to what is real, I have been taught to reject any happiness that pertains to a different schedule, I believe it's cruel, but than again what do I know, I am just a man in a world surrounded by paintings, that in them too have their own swirl of uniqueness that binds them to a pole that is sinking in the middle of the ocean, everything is in motion, as if no stability, I try and be still to the best of my ability, but still my cells are moving,.Can one own cells? How would one even tell, I dispell anything that is processed through this brain, and than I claim it as mine, and whn I question myself I scurry in fright, like a rat upon a ship that has set sail ffor a long time, doesn't know what he had gotten himself into does he?
