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eb Mar 2016
I feel the warm
morning sun;
The water envelopes my ankes -
as each wave melts to the shore, I run.

Towards the open, endless sea
- I surrender.
To her above
or is it below?

Her words echo in the chambers of my soul;
I know that look
- it reaches into me.
Maybe, with her;
Eventually, with her.
eb Mar 2016
Her skin is cold,
much, much colder than ice.
Her cheeks frozen,
unnerving.

Her eyes
deep, deep black
with that stagnant stare.
She blinks.
Only for a second, she blinks.

Her lips crack
as she speaks
- nothing comes out.
Darkness enters

Fear is real.
I face her everyday.
She stares back at me
I try to look away.

No escape.
Never escape.
Run, run
as fast as you can
eb Mar 2016
it is not yours,
it is mine.
it is not ours,
it is mine.
it is not about you,
or your thoughts,
or your fears,
or your actions,
or your wishes,
or your mistakes.
And you will
not break me.
eb Mar 2016
Aware, I am
of the burden -
it beats, it breaks
a silence.

Aware, I am
of the whispers -
it grows, it hums
to darkness.

Aware, I am
of the shadows -
it shines, it shimmers
to dawn

Aware, I am
of the nothingness -
it is me, it is I
until death
eb Mar 2016
Go where you are needed.

Stay where are wanted.
eb Mar 2016
Too many feelings.
eb Mar 2016
Like this.
Heart that.
Posted for 2 minutes;
I start to count.

Follow me.
Friend me.
More, more, more;
I am addicted.

Tag that.
Snap this.
Number conscious;
I am guilty.

Like me.
Love me.
Me, me, me;
It's all about me.
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