I need to dream of something bigger
a centered peace disrupted
by cars and papers and
loud colors
dying clouds
little, tiny, distracting
things
really
I must think of something, now
before it's too late
Digging deep into the subconscious, ideas
pouring out suddenly like a wound
bleeding out memories
words and stories and
the icy cut of insults
absorbed
knocked aside
He thought and thought and
puddled everything in the middle
originality
a fiery sun trapped in his mind
and he burned
he burned
he burned
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