Everything without a purpose

..

Nothing you imagine

..

In a world we make so perfect

Intention becomes a habit

.

The distance and the silence

Creating space

...... to muzzle panic

.

Pushing pulse I need to breathe

Keeping pockets

... Of air for me

..

... ... The escape...

Without the artist .. .....

... The colors always bleed.... .

Moment after moment

.... These teeth chew to be free ...

..

Holding what's forgotten

.... Firmly in my grip ...

...