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 Jun 29
Traveler
At the quantum levels
the wormholes connect..
Muse is but a solar radar
where particles redirect..

The patterns open
in a dopamine state..
Brilliant thoughts
begin to race..
Write them down
before they fade..
We are merely antenna
in the bio waves..
Traveler Tim
When it's my time to go
do I go alone ?
Who's to guide me ?
Who's there to open the gate ?
Who's there to say welcome home ?

The days have been torn from the book
There's nothing between the covers
but that dubious look

No hands of man can reach me
No clock can measure
No wind will chill
No thoughts remain
No tears left unwashed
by rain

I will go to the music
I will crave the light
I will not fear
Nor lose sight

Between the day and dark
I will choose to follow
If I lose the way
It will be my sorrow

So let my hand go
Whisper something
beneath your breath
I will see you there
beyond the grip of death
 Jun 29
Liana
Me
I am so much
I am too much
Too much everything
Clingy
Intense
Quiet
Loud
And Iโ€™m simultaneously somehow
Still not enough
Even though I just had a good time with a friend, I still feel like ****. I donโ€™t understand why Iโ€™m like this. I hate myself.
 Jun 29
Liana
And as soon as the door closes
I collapse on the floor
Gasping for air
What is wrong with me?
And I had a good time too so I don't get it
 Jun 29
silvervi
I deserve peace and calm and I am able to refocus my attention.
Our attention is our superpower. Big thanks for 100 followers ๐Ÿ™๐ŸŒž
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