Sticky magazine pages on the desk in the corner
of this waiting room I'm in.  
I'd rather fall asleep
and fill my head with things
that could be but aren't,
than read about the things in life
that shouldn't be yet somehow overwhelm.
They're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything.
Biding all my time so near
and yet so far from anyone I know.
Waiting for the life I sold my freedom for,
just to get away from halfheartedness
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease that
This is how it feels to be connectionless
it's free but it's a bore
Better than directionless
like the bulk of people are
They're so free with it
I could never be so free with anything
Sitting in a cloud of idiocy and the unknown
building up your negatives and
tightening your own shackles
You're okay with it
You're at ease with it
I could never be at ease with anything that.

O Halfheartedness!
Are you the only emotion left in me?
O Nonchalant!
Why do you worry while singing?
O Unstirred!
Would you tell me you don't like pausing in between and leaving the song half sung?
O despairing heart, haven't you acquired this temporary state of feelings only to accommodate inconsolableness later?

The heart is whining and sadly blind. Such is the condition of the internal space of the wound, yet to heal!

Tell me, don't you wish to sing your deep feelings?
I am eagerly waiting to feel your grace in the realm of brokenness!
I am waiting for that unique tone to come out in its most intriguing and attributing way. It is the distinctive quality of getting absorbed in the pitch of a song!

I know my heart is constantly trying to acquire different milestones of emotions now.
My weepy gaze is on the brink of falling off and moving past their tearfulness.

I know the acoustical provinces of bass can feel my heart, and this time they changed their discourse of the tune and sang the song with a little different emotion.

Tell me, O susceptible, isn't my heart less gloomy now?

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