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Rising.





All the world moves in slow motion.

Life a grey scale of water colour.

And I am a rain drop in an ocean

That turns with the tide, and pulls me under.



I gaze up, into startling blackness.

A galaxy of darting stars

Crossing through the spectrum of darkness

Above the earth, like stolen cars.



Love, I breathe in, and It catches itself

This exasperating hope, and doom

It hooks itself into the core of who I am

And fear enters me just like a room.



And all the world moves in slow motion

And all my dreams are rising water