I’m rambling
This is word vomit
Coming from the mouth of a mind
Drunk off experience and high on life
And slowly little bits of the feelings I penned up inside my head
Are leaking out, and my hand refuses my sensibility and pens them to the page anyway,
They aren’t dangerous to anyone but me because seeing them
On paper, in the flesh, out of mind
Might make me realize that maybe
It’s just word vomit
I’m rambling.
Nothing more.
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