Stuck in a rut, as such ruts go.
Left to face reality. I need to get unglued.
Project into my mind to be free and move.
Retrace the steps to try and prove, Take the time to think.
Able to slightly move my leg, the rest of my body is screwed.
Must shrink other things around us, maybe I can get free.
If I don't make a move soon, the loop of time repeats. Trapping us.
Perhaps I'll go mad if I don't drink my telekinetic beverage of positivity.
Vibrating at a specific frequency, using my mind, will break this stasis.
Esoteric is the basis of my rut.
Compartmentalize and try not to get Stuck.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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