When truthful illusions are broken,due to instincts taken as defiance of convention
Defiant of the sacred initial
Bonds become obsolete
and cautious jealous glances are all that remain external.
A state of perception split in 1/2,
floating between extremes,
almost drowning.
Distracting myself,
My thoughts now are filled with shells and seahorses,
waiting in anticipation,
of the relief that promises,
to be my end,
leaving me in suspended cliche.
Comfortably numb.
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