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21h
Everything is different,
aggravated noise is swept
off into the distance
I wanted quiet, here it is,
and I still can't relax
as questions persist
over an everlasting cause
while answers dance alone
just beyond the hanging clouds
of resistance
showing that I make choices
but don't really know
what's missing

My life is a constant reminder
of being trapped in a blind spot
from the bind
of one’s own
misperceptive thoughts:
it’s a feat of escape
to consciously accept
what might be an earthquake,
unknown until it hits,
but this only makes it harder
to dissipate

It didn't matter when I was young,
it shouldn't matter now
but inevitably
wherever you go
there you are
so I lose patience,
looking at the nothing
I've become

Wondering why I spend
precious time
going out of my way
to make being alive so hard
02/18
J Bjork
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J Bjork  33/M/Washington
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