Suppression of my rational mind,
found favour in bursts of imagination.
The stream that eventually emptied,
numb but still conscious.
Wonderment of lapsed time.
Every fibre in me screaming it’s time for the ocean,
choppy seas tamed by hopeful moments.
Heart in my ears,
I felt like I held you my whole life and maybe that’s why even when I am ahead,
I simply cannot bear to be without you.
Reduced to a thought.
Oh how joyous it is to rise above the…
Blunt turns for just a 70’s polaroid with you.
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