using this medium to scrap
what i’m not willing to carry today
unduly honor-bound
this has become strained
at the edges of my peripheral,
warping into a mirage of heat lines
and yet remains
wholly under my thumb
for now
TEEMING
how do you expect me to keep this up?
if
i am what i think about all day
and
i am what i do
then
come take my hand
because if He’s not here
then where?
despite my belief in such nonsense,
this could be a sign
all i need to do is allow my self
to step back and absorb
the scale
and admit to myself that
i’m terrified of
the Consequences
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
using this medium to scrap
what i’m not willing to carry today
unduly honor-bound
this has become strained
at the edges of my peripheral,
warping into a mirage of heat lines
and yet remains
wholly under my thumb
for now
TEEMING
how do you expect me to keep this up?
if
i am what i think about all day
and
i am what i do
then
come take my hand
because if He’s not here
then where?
despite my belief in such nonsense,
this could be a sign
all i need to do is allow my self
to step back and absorb
the scale
and admit to myself that
i’m terrified of
the Consequences
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