Consumed by the deprivation of sleep,
suffocated by the notion of non-existence,
and the thought of not waking up,
my mind is exercised to point of not caring,
so should i care?
A single exhale seems to embody the entity of life,
here and gone,
and then a recycled breath comes back to greet me,
and in the morning I am free
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 2:02 AM UTC
Consumed by the deprivation of sleep,
suffocated by the notion of non-existence,
and the thought of not waking up,
my mind is exercised to point of not caring,
so should i care?
A single exhale seems to embody the entity of life,
here and gone,
and then a recycled breath comes back to greet me,
and in the morning I am free
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