Updated: Feb 26

Anxiety holding sleep like a hostage with tears of suppressed emotions sloshing rapids down mountainous cheeks

Feelings abandoned in cess pools of empty loneliness reaching out to hello darkness my old friend jaw clenched with swallowed words on repeat all in the CD player Limbic System gurgles in small chitlins smelling funky of death and old shit let this be as fleeting as the police when black people call as short lived iPhone 2, 3, 4... the emotional brain tells stories far more compelling than the rational brain with no embellishments or diminishes real sushi with no rice to carry the weight of the meaning underneath just these salty tears to season life


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