April 11th, 2012. 2:37 PM

The days are all meshed and intertwined together
Yesterday's worries

are 

erased but not undo-able

Future is a blessing

supposedly but dependent on the present

And all the actions 

Your brain

Echoing through 

ringing by

While you're trapped in a dull haze 

as if breathing in and out of an oval shell

Outside voices fuzzy backgrounds immobility

Lids half closed squint squint blink breathe






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I THINK I'M RETURNIN'