Nerve endings ignite,
in a colossal implosion,
of never ending thoughts,
possibilities, and heartache.
Weightlessness consumes me
until the pain slowly ebbs;
but I wake up,
and hell resumes.
Why is the truth
so hard to come by?
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
Nerve endings ignite,
in a colossal implosion,
of never ending thoughts,
possibilities, and heartache.
Weightlessness consumes me
until the pain slowly ebbs;
but I wake up,
and hell resumes.
Why is the truth
so hard to come by?
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