What happens when time falls asleep?
What happens when I can't dream?
Do I lose my grip of reality?
Or do I find myself finally free?
When did I stop flying
Just to find I'm falling?
When did I realize
That I've lost it all?
What will I find if I
Ever return to ground?
Will I someday
Finally be found?
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Notes
So, this isn't actually done yet. I'm still working on it, but enjoy
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How did I not see this one at
How did I not see this one at first?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautiful cadence and rhythm, a charm to read. It's sentiment is so sad and heartfelt.
Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!
For Pete's sake this is
For Pete's sake this is awesome! I LOVE it! So ridiculously relatable.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.