Unwinding Fabric of An Apples Mind
Within my mind. A mess in words.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
Awake.
It's odd to wake up outside of your own skin,
Each time you attempt to assimilate yourself, everything stands at an end, goosebumps.
You realise how hard it is to breathe,
Your mind a tumbling mess,
Empty.
I am breathing underwater,
So just let me drown.
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