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Weather Mentality
02:47
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Dare you to make me smile in this time of year. The air will freeze my lungs I fear. My mind won’t stay in my head, my body won’t get out of bed. It’s been a good long while since I’ve felt the wind creeping under the door. Scared I’ll never leave these frozen shores. I’ll be inside my head all day pretending it’s May.
It’s not like I don’t know where to go, I just have nowhere to stay. They keep asking if i’m okay, I still don’t have anything to say. My mind wanders, my heart doesn’t grow fonder. You’re locked in your back room, and I can’t sympathize any longer.
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Atlantic
04:14
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When you feel manic, escape with me to the atlantic. We left our coats on the rack behind the door. Wading in puddles, we pretend we’re treading over the ocean floor. Everything made new by bathing in the deep blue. I’ll swim in the obscure dreaming of our future. Twisting our ankles on the curbs, the shoreline fades into a blur. This street-made-beach made mostly out of mud makes me feel like falling in love. Making it up as we go, wondering what monsters live deep below. If you feel anything brush past your toes be sure to let me know. Read my eyes read my tone of voice. I’m not mad. When i’m up late, you’re in my head.
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Wilting
03:31
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On the edge of epiphany, staring into infinity. Is this really me or is this proof of my insanity. My mind is wilting and time is unforgiving. Responsibility defined by how i respond differently to ecology and all that i see. Prosperity for the many provided we don’t waste this energy. I had a plan but that was where it ended. All that I see is in me, it’s just borrowed energy that I’ll be returning to balance this synergy that I am experiencing. Finishing this evolutionary timeline, by returning my spirit to be no longer mine. I am granted time but this body is not mine. I’ll pull my hair out before it falls out, counting every strand as if I could grasp the time frame my frame must adhere to. I encouraging this purging as if I need the constant hurting. While I wait to be somewhere else I’ll find my sense of wealth in pastels and long farewells. We left it up to time to mend it so i’ll map it out semi-systematicly, through poetry, the things i wish you could see.
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Headspace
03:54
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I’m off to find headspace, I’m off to a secret place. The things i see driving i can process better biking. I might be a tad late, doesn’t mean you have to wait. If i slow down to walking I can finally hear myself talking. If I quicken my pace I’ll soon forget your face. Through a tunnel made of leaves I find my solace in the trees. Listen to the wood creak as if they’re week in the knees and crashing down all around me. In all this I still find peace, in a woodland sanctuary I find a form of therapy.
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Fleeting
04:07
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Lessons learned through burn holes in my sleeves won’t let me figure out how to leave. It’s the corners of smiles that leak words meant to be left for more desperate times than these. It’s the corners of rooms left locked, and unseen by me. I have my own reasons for spreading myself thin. So I need to remain passively involved in everything. I’m feeling more and more at home when I am left alone. I can feel your eyes blushing my face. I can see your tail lights and I’m fine. The rain can cure me with time and I know your eyes can darken the sky. I’ve been losing track of time I’ve spent waiting on the sun to rise. My eyes never close because I’m filling my mind with your tail lights and I’m fine. You don’t approve of whats on my mind. Such eyes see me dig up the feet I’ve planted. My mind is willing my body needs the rain. The rain won’t come unless you’re crying and won’t stop until see lightning. It’s the feeling of starting over. It’s fleeting when I am sober.
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Limbo
03:37
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I do not exist anymore that the thoughts I can’t keep focused. Zeal lost to a kiss. I’ve found the secrets my world with holds when i welcome sunshine on my skin. Forever leaving every window to the outside open. I wouldn’t trust a sole with concepts constructed out of my mess. I curse the clouds that bear your name back to the heavens from which they came. I sit quietly still counting candles in retaliation to my contributions to the local landfill. If I don’t revive this complacent soul this revelation I’m constructing will rest in limbo. I’ll leave it in the hands of ludo. My prayers become malleable and so fucking fragile. As my energy peaks and plateaus, to my limbs I preach control. Read my eyes, read my tone of voice. I’m not mad. When I’m up late, I swear you’re in my head.
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Blame
04:20
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All I can do is quiver when I’m with her. Making up for time loss, wearing your lip gloss. I taste a disconnect. You must not have felt my sonnet. You thought it to be bucolic but you don’t know what to call it. We postpone the distain when we rearrange the refrain. We entertain these claims but I swear that I can change. Wash out the grass stains. I meant it to be parabolic, You found it to be symbolic so I’ll carry all the blame. I might sound slightly melancholic, my eyes see only the catastrophic. Your voice remained so soft, gaining momentum as we talked. I sparked the coal and the train was off. My mind was lost in thought. It may as well just rot, I may as well just run.
Explore the depths of my desire, and see the symmetry in your attire. Sitting across the room staring into telephones. Just when i thought we were alone. I could run to you, I really want to. Putting off all of your interests I have to confess. I might hurt you, I really don’t want to. But between my twisted ankle and your bruised knee. Corruptible and susceptible to be confused chasing forbidden fruit. Don’t make me choose. You’ll most likely lose.
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