29/6/2021
cars sounding the alarm of a morning yet to come, as I feel the summer breeze turning the perspiration on my skin into a gelid delight, eyes still heavy so many thoughts behind,
remnants of dreams that I'll forget in about five minutes and yet I always pray that I won't,
because I constantly hunt for useless meanings in all things subconscious especially in the ones where I'm unconscious and perhaps, that feeds my paranoia a little too much,
but I can't stop, no, not until there's no meaning left to prob, a hunger to interpret the world with the limited things I know, a curiosity creating animosity in the name of honesty because I want truth in my oxygen but I need to understand that we don't all breathe the same air and yes, sometimes it isn't fair but I have to remember that there's only so much our lungs can withstand until their imminent collapse -since the truth is deemed a toxic chemical--
--but alas I'm glad to have been exposed to such hazardous toxicity if it means that it grants me immunity against digestible duplicity.
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