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at a loss of words to describe my life.
its unsettling yet its addicting.
the feeling of being
But I am lost. It seems I am lost in me.
I cannot decide witch card to play.
so I just sit an bide my time to figure out what it is I need.
I'm not sure what that is yet. But when I do.
Ive found it. or will one day.
maybe today for The reason I do not need.
is because I have everything already.
But its an odd feeling craving no materials or attention.
Im not starving in any part of my life.
its an uncomfortable balance.

when will I slip.
fall and lose it all.
I live as tho I am afraid to lose it all again.
it keeps me from being sane.
knowing I can be strung out and thrown out.
should i shelve these feelings?
I left too many behind.
and the new people have different vibes.
and low vibrations from what I was used to.
No more fast acceleration and chemical intoxication.

yet little to nothing upsets me.
But im not used to this call me crazy.
a crayon box of emotions.
witch color should I choose today.
at this time and day.
I choose grey and a hint of magenta.
To show my dual drained physical feeling
searching for a deeper emotional state of being.