They’re trying to ground me now, how idealized I seemed…
Must’ve startled me into thinking I… I’d see
Everyday life is so gleaming
almost a dream
I keep dreaming but can’t take or awake from
How strange I am to be
Gliding side by side with no pattern
But to return to you surrendered and
Broken, tired and not myself
Forgotten?
Some day
I’m always
Asleep at
Night I
Feel me
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