I hate to think that you’ve summoned me just to find there’s nothing there
but over talks of all our worries we can find a common care
that summers gone and winters here
and for this, we should be warm
i remember going to the doctor on the parabola of a mental breakdown, searching some cure in application… i was left with nothing but the solid affirmation that this is just life. leaving i knew what would help yet i still didn’t seek it out
some strange pressure of hidden points and stress had me caged in and formed myself to a new type of functioning
it was clear this place was killing me and i was letting it
i love to see that this is when seasons start to change
and if we die before we wake who cares to know a name
all this is the travel to, a place
where we should be warm
i battled the locale and eventually left in some haze of hope that had a sick familiarity to it. From old new to old new with echoed experience. Just thinking that some signals are crossed and knowing it are very different, one preys on hope and the other begs resolution. i left a few markers behind, hopefully
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