The Earth is always spinning, but sometimes
your own world stops.
One breath takes years;
one step, a lifetime.
A pulse starts strong in your chest.
Moves through your veins, piercing the soul.
Another step,
another lifetime.
A lurking destination,
temptation to run, instinct to flee.
Then that severed soul awakens,
clawing to the surface of the skin.
It begs for liberation.
It cries for the deepest of desires.
It screams, for you.
It craves your touch, your kiss;
I want every emotion to invade
my body, my mind.
I want your breath, your words,
to linger on my skin.
But once again, the soul is silenced.
Pushed under layers and layers of
self destruction and bitter anger.
One day that world will stop again,
And that soul will be fulfilled.
Until that day; it remains cages.
Trapped in the world of my mind.
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