The 2am note

The winds whisper to me,
The words I don’t hear,
My fears are breathing,
The air of liberty,
My fumbled words synchronised with my heart beat,
all I can and all i could diffuses into my anxiety,
My dreams are talking to me
But the ghust of wind fills my brain with questions i dont want to recall,
I remember the time i was out in the free,
When All i can and all i could, danced with me
Now the words are free,
And i am confined in my own reality,
You say I am what i dream of
And i try whisper the nods of confessions,
I try to whisper.....
But my words have said their goodbyes
So i assume that you’ll know,
My dreams used to be mine
But now even I’m not my own.

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