Lingering sounds of nostalgia overwhelming the mind like a tsunami
Creating chaos in the midst of reality, as complexities intensify
Thoughts consistently clutching onto layers of imagery
Leaving every feeling of serenity into a questionable abyss
Consciousness begins to suppress any sense of true belonging
As routine develops into a squandered sense of substantiality
Chaotically pushing your soul into a deep layer of madness
While a relentless instability makes you dive into severe psychosis
There is a deep and crazy method in this superfluous life
A method built upon idiotic ideas which spread through anxieties
Concerns build upon the deeply ingrained psycho-semantic lies
Primarily letting go as we are thrown into an alternate universe
Shutting off the senses and saying goodbye to this madness
Good riddance, as my feet make their way back home...
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Sara Chieffallo
Constantly having that “tip of the tongue” feeling, or being able to flesh out thoughts in your mind only to have them come stumbling out when you speak can be frustrating. Regular writing can keep this from happening.
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