hea(r)t seek

felt like a patchwork quilt day. much seemed off and moments skipped many beats to full body no’s. looking to the left alerts shadows to the right. several hours of faint paranoia prevented me from focusing on what was in front as the sense of a sneak attack ebbed and flowed. skin feels like ice and if i move parts will crack but never melt. mind wants to pull from the book of love but letters get smaller and smaller. quiet feels comforting but song is where i hide.

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