Twenty-two prose

when things are clear, it’s easy,

but it rarely s'been.

energy is drained and i’d rather be numb,

then feel a range of emotions where happiness mite exist.

i’m meant to miss in all ways,

some ways,

no ways,

and i do,

but i am never fixated.

i can’t make sense of myself when i livin' it,

it mite be the end when i know. 

do i dweet now?

pain and fragility exists here,

na Ψ has all odda possibilities that may not be true

and if the inside was known,

i mite be held even if i was the sun.


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