there are too many cycles in my head
running and cycling in imaginary ticking mistakes
but you never talk nonsense...
god i do,
I do
falling in your arms
you hold me but there is no love there
there is nothing to hold on to
for real
for life
you let me look at you
but i cannot see a thing
i cannot melt into your eyes
or feel your hands
or know your dreams
i just look at invisible fields and rollercoasters of emotion
all blowing in the wind
flying so far away from me
storming out of my goodness and into my hate
becoming my hatred
my regrets
my disasters
I am so shocked at my intense anger
my intense fear
my intense
loneliness
my intense sacrifices
my intense changes
my intense commitment to nothing
my intense love for something
my intense nonsense
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