I'm not really sure what i'm waiting for anymore.
These little pauses of noise keep me full,
for a moment.
But only seconds in comparison too real time.
However, real time never seems too do me any favors.
Just like winter, i freeze.
Spring comes, i'm in shock,
and need too thaw my body.
its seems like just as soon as i'm free of ice.
winter comes again, taunting my every choice.
Directing my mind.
A free mind that's a mess,is better than a chemically altered state of being.
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