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Waiting wanting falling fading
Loving living dying hating
Eating leaving starving staying

Backwards on life, twisted in death
Can't even fall for fear of a step
Lost in thoughts I cannot find
Can't realise I'm losing my mind
Spending all time on things too small
Losing my grip on importance of all

Cannot forget

Cannot erase

Chasing regret

I quicken the pace
 Aug 2016 Christopher R May
tamia
it's all okay,
it's all alright,
finally.

things get weird,
it gets bad,
suddenly.

there's no reason why,
things get me down,
quickly.

i don't know,
i don't understand,
how this goes.

things get better,
then they fall apart for no reason,
and it all goes to ****.
I saw you.

Squeezed between sentences,
In semi colons and calibre comas,
On page twenty six.

Smudging word after word
With vagueness,
And I lost track of the story.

Couldn't find a full stop,
Couldn't find you.

Help me.
Drugs of pleasure are an escape,
Living in an imaginary paradise.

Once addicts come back to reality,
Existence without the high seems unreal.

Craving drugs as if they need food,
Starving for that artificial happiness.

Users are dedicated to false determination,
Neglecting harmful chemicals that promise joy.

Responsibility is absent from their actions,
Blaming dependency on other individuals.

Despair leads to committing crimes,
Stealing money for the hunger of fake arousal.

Destiny led by dependence will inflict misery,
Fueling a lifestyle that has no moral worthiness.

Cravers must arrive at desperation to recover,
A quest found by the collapse of a breakdown.

Trying to discover a route to quitting addiction,
Seeking happiness through paths of genuine trails.
you are swirling pools
of azure, and i am the
noiseless motion of the
sea, and we shout into
the nothingness. you
are foam upon the
crest of a wave, and
i am a shell stuck in
the sand; always
shifting, but never to
disappear. you are tepid
vapor rising from the
sea, and i am sea cress
on the coast, both
clouding vision in one
instant, vanishing in
another. you are the
dipping sun, orange
as it drowns, and i am
shafts of red, flowing
over and spilling onto
warms sands, and we
both go down
together.
For Shalz,
She loves art, and she is art.

ily smol.
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