Frequencies hum
to the rhythm of my
heartbeat,
empathy shrouds
like an oxymoron
looking for a way
to be complete
but instead it gorges on
the world and its
broken symmetry,
while I’m stuck
in falling devastation
and searching for
long-lasting revelation
As I continue to feed
on overarching energy,
trying to quench the thirst
of everyone else
when I’ll never be able to
breathe freely
if I don’t put on my own
oxygen mask first,
if I don’t learn to quell
the hurt
or face the monsters inside-
I think it’s only then
that I will dig my diamonds
out of the dirt
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 6:30 PM UTC
Frequencies hum
to the rhythm of my
heartbeat,
empathy shrouds
like an oxymoron
looking for a way
to be complete
but instead it gorges on
the world and its
broken symmetry,
while I’m stuck
in falling devastation
and searching for
long-lasting revelation
As I continue to feed
on overarching energy,
trying to quench the thirst
of everyone else
when I’ll never be able to
breathe freely
if I don’t put on my own
oxygen mask first,
if I don’t learn to quell
the hurt
or face the monsters inside-
I think it’s only then
that I will dig my diamonds
out of the dirt
10/19/25
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