Parched is often used to describe the thirst of the human body, and moisture alleviates pain.
But parched is my mind, as it hasn't received proper sustenance for months,
Wracked with the weight of a reality plagued with cognitive awareness gone awry.
So leave me for the wretch, and watch as I fall.
Looking down upon the world gives a wary mind a strange sense of power.
People fade to the minuscule existence given to them by God almighty.
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Memories fade to.
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From time to time the rapture of the guitar strings upon the maple frets allows the mind to wander.
Melodies elongate the strains of hope emitted from exhausted finger tips.
And a tired mind lulls himself to sleep amongst the music.
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Heavy is my heart.
Frankly life isn't what it used to be.
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I dream of escaping into the woods,
Far from the grasp of a society choked by an ever growing tide of filth
In the earth, dreams tend to float easier into the heavens, and thoughts aren't so grounded.
In the earth, breathe is sweeter and the crispness of the air lights afire tattered lungs.
In the earth, warmth leaves the body quickly,
Reviving nerves previously forced to sleep.
Pages fold and tears burn.
Feet tire and hearts stop.
But I want mine to stop in the earth.
just took a good 45 minutes to read all your stuff from lately. i've missed it man. like always it's phenomenal. you have a gift of painting pictures with your words and allowing people to feel what you're feeling and i feel like that's why i love it so much because i can relate to how you feel and know what you mean. keep it up, i'm excited for what you're gonna write the rest of the year.
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