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In the hopes that I live every day of my life.

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I write to create something out of nothing. Let me conjure a world of my own and sit on its throne. Maybe one day I'll learn to share it, but for now, I'm living off of high hopes.


October 16, 2018


        Climbing too far and too tall with hands scraped with rope
    burn, I diddle-daddle. I think, and then I decrescendo until I
    diminuendo to nada. My eyes reach for the dimpled lights
    embedded into the evening sky. Bitten by the cold, my ass rests
    atop the rope. I need to balance. If I fall, I’ll have wooden needles
    to catch me. Hush! My mind chopped to blank. Mindless thoughts
    set ablaze (a fire!) with blurry smoke, moving fast but not
    processed. Thoughts zoom on highways until the eyes don’t see
    but look—the mind doesn’t think but buzz. Buzzing as the roaches
    buzz, the bees in my mind scare me ‘cause I don’t see the buzzing
    bees.  Cleaning or just shoving it all aside, the sickness is loud and
    pounding. You can’t delete it, but you can stuff clouds over
    it—stifle it. Stifled skies breathe my breaths in and out. I’m far
    away. I can’t feel me. Nothing tingles. Nothing hurts. I look, I
    smell, I feel. I realize- “I can’t think my thoughts.                        


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