Often times I feel myself drifting. Slipping into the vast consciousness that lies within the fortitude of my anatomy. Listening to melodies from oppressed song birds. I feel myself being lashed by the guilt that coincides with my routine mindset. I feel The Lord’s protection over my heart, my cup filled to the brim with courage. I notice the odds shift in my favor, but with circumstances I realize where I once had come from. Heart damaged, with no hope of mending. Perspective shattered, as I try to view the world through my cracked lenses. Realizing that time is of essence and value. Each decision is at a cost. But at what cost? Choices make who we are, and who we are destined to be. I become ever so distant, but within my distance do I grow. Life becomes addictive, a sweet rush with a sour ending. I collect my time slow, so my heart gets mended.

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