wind flowing hair in my face.
The left over taste of pill in my mouth.
body overheating
waste of body.
waste of space
don't eat.
you'll fade.
I can't help but feel that i'm not treating myself well enough.
I want too.
and i want too feel loved. and warm. and safe.
most of all free.
with all of this burden, its a little difficult sometimes.
as soon as my body slows down.
my mind, time frame, and level of satisfaction goes with it.
these summer nights are running out too.
i'll soon miss having restrictions
and a safe place
and no worries.
i'm trying to appreciate everything while its still in my lease.
in the cards.
i guess things just take time too work out.
wounds are no exception too that.
i've found that if i ignore them,
eventually someone will come along and sense them
and stop for a little while
breath down my neck.
touch my thigh.
and refresh those feelings.
turn them over into good.
that way i can keep on moving forward.
being free, and without a weighted heart.
and weighted body.
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