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Living in my mind.
Zoning out.
A break from reality.
Blurred vision withdraws
tension from sight
and
makes space for imagination
to take over.
I’m thinking about
everything.
I’m laying
in my field of thoughts,
smelling the fragrance
of fresh anxiety,
feeling the soft
petals of intense
mortality.
The clock is ticking.
Wake up.
I don’t.
A break from reality.
I need more time.
Thinking doesn’t come
in the form of one.
Thinking is escorted
by feeling.
Feeling follows and
takes its time
burrowing itself behind
my eyes,
as if I’m blind
to everything but
the color of emotion.
At least I’m alone.
A break from reality.
My inner voice
singing along to the tune
of my life song.
Living in my mind.
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