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Words that fall out from the sky before my head hits the pillow 💭

Sometimes I oscillate between worlds. Trying too hard or not trying anything at all.


I obsess over details and create to do lists within lists. I disregard ideas completely.


Creating projects, and setting them ablaze with stagnation.


I analyze, I empathize, I reason & mull over words and their energetic inklings that link together like air & linger throughout our reality.


I am the thought and that which bears it's witness.


I am the sea, as I am the shore.


I am the knife, I am the wound that bleeds and beats.


I am the words that soothe like honey-lavendar kisses.


I am made of stardust. and God gave me this mind.


Sometimes I oscillate between worlds.


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