Can we step back and breathe,
just for a second.
That humming behind the thoughts of insecurity.
It's there.
Marching triumphantly through these hours awaiting,
the inevitable has come, dahling.
Just spin as fast as you can,
and then collapse.
Because staying here, pretending, just being here;
it's all a lie.
The difficulty behind words without true meaning.
The labels.
This general.
It doesn't exist.
We decide upon others, what we need to put on ourselves,
but this zing of gold, shatters of glass, and overgrown ends is
quite honestly ruling peace.
My sink drips.
The clips hold what you want to stay,
force it to stay, do it. Do it. Do it.
But why?
Leave, please just leave.
Don't look back over through this clouded window, the drips of water sliding through the backdrop of an undecided future,
Cling to that of hope, and run.
Handlebar scuffs, pointed toes, and those guarded smiles.
Fly away, butterfly.
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