lost hours
these lost hours.as the mind is temporary freed,
this endless silence is shattered with the deafening blow of a thousand orcestras
back to routine. To this repitious cycle.
Unable to break free.
These unerving and unsettling truths which is home.
Home isnt real.
Only to roam and search the unknown.
In these lost hours this pain keeps me..
connected.
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