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 ...

Towards a life without distractions.

... Pursuit in finding where it fits ....

This constant drive towards all

... Of nothing ....

... ..

Advocate to the all ..the all of gone ......

....

The quiet lingers ... harnessed...

To the anchor in significance

...

For some things can not change ...

... .... The residue of life once past ...

Showers over head ....

....

The scent of rain ...

...fresh dirt ...

... ...

Brings me closer to my core ...

....

The song bird

Hits her private note ....

She carries her power ...

... In fine practice...

Perfect tune ....

....

The echos of bouncing silence ...

..

A message carried with a vessel of ones soul

..

Haunted by the devils...

...

... Digging for his ghosts.


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