Stream of unconsciousness brings me to self.
Accept and embrace, stop and rewind,
Observe: a curious fusion of right and wrong
Tied with delicate strings that are like nerves,
Easy to touch and hard to find.
I leave this unnatural righteous pose behind,
Entangled in veins of remote sanity,
My unconsciousness only sees reflections of shadow and light.
I’ll tingly creep along your skin,
Leaving looks-kisses along the way
You’ll never get ready, you’ll never get better,
Believe it or not, I’m new today.
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