Walls closing, set closer that provided support and affect.
The room has changed, location, size and design.
I'm swimming freely, free from the oxygen,
As my consciousness gives way to damaging floods.
No space for the life, or the love of life and living.
Too many worries to ever enjoy all that life has to offer.
Too many worries, never unhurried.
I cannot survive in a world without space.
I cannot survive in a world without air.
Just this room, just in this room.
I can survive without air in this room.
Heir in this room.
Though, I'll die in this room,
In this room. Only this room; When I die.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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