Day 531 of being Asleep and

I'm ready to wake up but the

Blackness keeps pulling me under.

I'm dreaming in screaming colors

But I'm breathing in black and white.

These same tired faces,

Buried in the same old town

Tangled in fabricated stories of greatness

And I need to leave.

Give me wings

So I can fly out of here

NYC looks glamorous but

Maybe the people there are tired too.

So go find your east,

Search until you can no longer

Remember the west.

Write words on walls

That make no sense

Jovian- Plutonian Gravitational Effect

Turn me into a bird so I can

Fly

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