When my eyes are fluttering
and I can hear the highways through my window
that's when I say the things I believe most
the things that make me scared of my own being
my own soul
but I don't think you should be afraid of me
i won't harm you
that much is not exactly said for myself, though
and I try to make it work, make
sense
but nothing ever does.
nothing ever does sit nicely
like worn history books on a shelf
things get thrown
ruined, soiled
by other things
and these other things
are what keep me up when the moon is
telling me secrets
and answers to my questions
I now realize that
I'm playing a game of tug of war with my
soul and
mind
god knows who will win.
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