Me siento entre plantas y asfalto
hace rato que lo que escribo son listas
me abruman el cielo y las voces
charlas distantes suenan familires cuando el círculo se cierra
Patterns are built when we lose ourselves
Dissociation of reality, the comfort zone
Feelings run through my veins but they are built in silence and cobbles
The tree holds what it was expecting but not more
Growing away as an act of rebellion
Nobody tells you what you should do
Nobody tells you more than emptiness
The places where the souls meet are public and unknown
Fingers typing
Hands scratching
Chests are bouncing
Transparent worms are tearing us apart
To loose and to tighten
Even though the body is confused
Nobody waits for you
The biggest freedom can be the biggest fear
It is
The path is finding the subtle vibrations
Releasing the pain
Or starting a fight not against it, but with it (them)
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