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Morning
Grey skies push my thoughts to rain
desolation of dream
demanding
stained,
straining to stay alive
no comb crosses this head
it only stings
water drips from my cheeks
I streak
with the chill of winter
creaking in my bones
I'm alone
and the music feels my pain
each note played
rescuing insanity
echoing throughout the brain
still aching
will there ever be peace again
desolation of dream
demanding
stained,
straining to stay alive
no comb crosses this head
it only stings
water drips from my cheeks
I streak
with the chill of winter
creaking in my bones
I'm alone
and the music feels my pain
each note played
rescuing insanity
echoing throughout the brain
still aching
will there ever be peace again
Published 22nd Oct 2019
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23rd Oct 2019 9:14am
Anonymous
23rd Oct 2019 2:06pm
You just painted a very somber sunrise here, my friend. Clouds will lift in time. Sending you an infusion of hugs and hoping the warmth will seep into your bones.
23rd Oct 2019 11:25pm
For me it is all about two things...Nietzsche's 'Eternal Recurrence' and 'Amor Fati'...and I just keep dancing lol. A powerful piece of melancholia Tim.
Cheers...Harry
Cheers...Harry
