It affects me in waves.
Steady shore line, I focus.
Still sick. Still alone, still incomplete.
My morals, my mind.
The great divide.
Hopefully content with the decline
As the rush of blood enters my head.
Caught between the leaves
In a treeless forest.
A heart without a mind,
The universe without its space.
Utterly silent as I stumble through
Connect me to the sound
Pitch black comfort
Submitted by Thomas Finne. Find some more of his thoughts and poetry over at his tumblr page. Also check out his music project here.
Always remember you are not alone.
You are loved.
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