it takes up so much energy, you know.
to have this mind with so much dark soil
from which so many wild plants grow.
inside my head is a park, coated with flowers
and weeds. my senses are always switched on
even when i only see blank space.
all moves through my eyes, ears, mouth, hands, nose
i am always engaged handling what i receive
god, how they talk and laugh!
like there was nothing moving through them
like they were filled with these simple actions
that they could implement anytime, again and again!
that they never grow tired
that they never need silence
to soothe their flicking tongues!
there are things i'll never comprehend
just like the dark soil won't go away
by some miracle and hell, i would grow weary
without the weight in my head and the songs
that steam from the dazing mess.
"like there was nothing moving through them." i can't tell you how much i can relate with this. you say it in a way i never could find…
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