Push me up to starry skies lover...if you can.
I'll burn on one side and freeze on the other.
I hope the dirty rain colored gray tendrils of my mind wrap around and cradle my loving thoughts...I hope they are tied in so many strong and slippery knots. Hold them fast. Wrap them in spasming bows of blinking neural love patterns, so that I do not forget when my mind fogs over like a car window.
Emotions begin as a tiny seamless split, granular and pixelated. I feel the quiet desperation as these unwanted emotions push their way upward out of my chest cavity, all venom and seething salt, to be replaced with softer and plusher things. It's an insidious cycle, and one I am painfully aware of now that I am smothering myself inside myself once again.
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