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Apr 2020 · 173
For the vacancy
Little Raisin Apr 2020
The faint sound of a sad song,
is that the reason?
The way it's hard to sleep
perhaps, because of youtube marathons?
The way it's hard to breathe most of the time,
the season?

Tell me! Give me reasons!
Something light and easy.
I wanna float my way out.
Dying silently everynight.
The secrets of abstracts, I don't want any.
The flashbacks and its treason, it's too much for me.

Shaking and breathing heavily
Droplets of sweat dropping from my face
Waking up from nightmares I thought I could bare.
My youth who forgot to bask in the sunlight, is that the reason?
Just dumping my emptiness into this vessel of words, lonely souls and the lucky ones. Avoidance aren't the solution, my Raisins. It's THERAPY. Go get one!
Apr 2020 · 93
Three Folds
Little Raisin Apr 2020
Standing in the middle of nowhere
I remember that at the end of this dusty road, there are poor lights flickering
resembles my insides because of old times
(Oh! why is it still lingering?)
Spelling 'I knew it! They're lying!'
Using cryptograms as dancing lights to disguise the warning

And now i'm back in this alley
When did these things started bleeding the royal color?
backwards, i'm walking in roses and rubies and crimson reds from myself and really?
what's with these shattered glasses?
I think it's lousy to hide the lilacs and blue tulips within

Violets and blues are not blurring my views
It's like the red and green of my worlds i made up for years
these places are soft like the grasses where you lay down after a pouring rain
and a pavement where you sit after the april sun shines on it
I'm lost in the the way it could go back and forth

And behind these places is where i'm really a part of
is a fever dream even with the daylights on
A forest that is made with hollywood signs
Hazy, defeaning, pretentious but real
A storm in mid-september that is going on for years
**wishing my raisins out there a life where you wanna stay!

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