DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I mean it's June, sooo......& Lucy is not technically a person.(& I never put full stops).

the consistency in the inconsistency is shredding me.
'Lucy' a shadow in the 'want' & the 'don't want' to be.
the pillow drains of thoughts.
bringing something I couldn't even think would be brought.
& the feels won't conquer this anger of the streets.
going back is like going straight forward to the old me in feet.
all in the fear of the one & only timeless zone.
for the same circulation of that never three scooped ice cream cone.
kindness fails to be alone.
& the soldier is tickled from the first bullet in bone.
the hold on to the moon being diluted to a loop of endlessly.
dilapidation of these walls_ not in sleep _in reality.
so enough of odd numbers becoming even.
since every vertebrae is crying & screaming.
& so far it's draining as ****.
to think of the infamous fate of every single buck.
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.because it doesn't end.

                                                           ­                    ------ravenfeels