I’m not sure what jarred me loose,
Maybe the medication,
Maybe the ***
Maybe the drinks I had sitting here,
Maybe just the texting,
But something just shook off the ashes and rose.
Something shifted, something SHIFTED.
I want to run, HA, no going back.
I got my parachute, time to fall and see where I land.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
I’m not sure what jarred me loose,
Maybe the medication,
Maybe the ***
Maybe the drinks I had sitting here,
Maybe just the texting,
But something just shook off the ashes and rose.
Something shifted, something SHIFTED.
I want to run, HA, no going back.
I got my parachute, time to fall and see where I land.
I think a bit more raw then I'd normally write, but I'm feeling raw tonight.
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