Ciggy Ciggy!

I know it feels so heavy
And the words are speaking strange
Hearing the voices
Piercing from within

I am reminded of rainy days when you have nothing to do but watch the raindrops dripping from the metal roof and smell wounds of air being torn by sharp droplets of water from heaven’s loving wrath. When you curl up on a soft cushion trying to be sad when there is really no reason to as you wait for a smiling sunlight to breathe life into the hollow that the gray sky scooped inside your heart.

needing a hot gasp of oxygen.

The roads that fold
Are once again laid like carpets
Walking back heel first
To nowhere to the past

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