Deep in thought yet restless as i switch from bed to couch
This is not my home i cry, yet oddly this is where i grew up yet not born into
Bells a ringing a deafening score. Minds of many minds for more.
I'm going deaf I scream into the black and blue walls of death that are my sleeping mind
It must be a call
turns out one from Josie Hall
Did i see a teal haired boy with reindeer antlers on today
Why yes, yes you did. i say
Caught in a rush, poets run towards me
I know who i am
as i dive deep into the rabbit hole once again.
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