Circle that never ends.

January 2, 2020

My mind wanders to places where no one would want to go,

The stench of discomfort and unfamiliarity roving through my nose.

Night after night after night, I lay with eyes wide open.

Counting the powdered stars in the unobscured sky.

I render my dissociation to adapt the resilience,

It seems easier, in a way, to forget to put out the fire.

I stand at the wood bobbing relentlessly under my foot,

My sadness is phantom in the calm of smokeless, soft horizon.

Stuck scurrying in the circle that never ends.

Maybe storms would seem normal and normal would seem storm,

If tempest was consistently constant and peace never known

But even the endless sea comes to an end, even if I’ll never see it.

My eyes will close eventually, the sadness will dissipate.

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