A long while,
wading through sure layers of mediocrity.
Once comfortable, routine like fresh laundry.
Now wrapping its vines around my neck
tightening its grip by the second.
wading through sure layers of mediocrity.
Once comfortable, routine like fresh laundry.
Now wrapping its vines around my neck
tightening its grip by the second.
Sometimes I let it be.
My skin turning a shade of bruised blue.
I'm breathless now.
My bones are tired.
My skin yearns for the kaleidoscopic.
My skin yearns for the kaleidoscopic.
I used to set your mind on fire.
I am a wallflower now.
Time is fluid in here and yet is passing.
My life in cinders.
Fiery embers floating down to its demise.
I'm drugged by the mundane.
Will I wake up?
Will I have the courage to let go?
Time is fluid in here and yet is passing.
My life in cinders.
Fiery embers floating down to its demise.
I'm drugged by the mundane.
Will I wake up?
Will I have the courage to let go?
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