repetitive shuffle

thesilenceofme

Distant sirens

Loud wind chimes

Teary eyed transgressions

Strummed into existence

Echos and static

The Polaroid plant closed down

The freedom of simple is in knots

Left alone is my simplicity

Pushing away friends

Becoming the business

Pushing away communication

I feel nothing

Yet everything at the same time

I have felt this before

But this time I am being crippled each moment before sleep

It hurts too much

Reviews

[Emily B]

sometimes you have to reach out, speak the literal, find a friend

sometimes we have to hold a hand when it hurts too much