Lunacy

It’s beginning.

Words are chasing after you.

So jumbled. So angry. So disorienting.

You can’t stop listening.

Until you find your solace in solitude.

The lunacy is dissolving.

You can finally breathe.

Inhale. Exhale.

The scars forever embedded.

But you will be okay.

 

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