Infinite
How We All Feel the Majority of the Time
By Nonnah FainPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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Iridescence,Commodity,Spirit.
Given what we know and
what we so desperately
need to adhere in order
to Continue,
Give way,
Establish...-
-Flourish even.
Reaching in the magician's
sac of infinity,
our selfishness
floods with deceit and
urgency, how
Cryptic,Skewed,Restless.
Given what we know and
so desperately need to
Choose,Release,Settle.
Lost in infinity,
fresh air is all I ask.
Take me to a place
where I can breathe.
Give me a sense of rest in where
I am, to give
confusion up
and a way out.
Take me, I beg you.
Until ALL I am is
Iridescence,Commodity,Spirit.
About the Creator
Nonnah Fain
My muse is mental health. I get a high off of writing. I write about everything, we are all walking stories.
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