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enhale swallowed air. it has made it's nest and settled. for now, i've forced myself to be content with whatever path i'm led to follow. satisfied with which cloud my feet have landed on. i cannot say that plenty is enough. because i know not how much can be held. and this feeling could go on forever. but how far till it reaches lastly? or does it eternally bloom till blossuming has seeked full potential. and in the back of my head, i still anazlye too much. too many daydreams. too many wishes. too many crossed fingers. too many fingernails ripped in anticipation of questions. i assume not bad, for negativity can only attach itself to those afraid of the dark. so i shall hunt light. for at every end of every good thing is beauty. i cannot continue awaiting fault. i shouldn't predict failure. will you hold my thoughts captive and send me on my way? sudden or never shamed, i prevail time as an aquantince and awaken in eclipse. lost, is my doubt. found, is my hope. blind for the lust. deaf for the feeling. i need pushed. i yearn education. asleep in the deepest of my heart provoking thrill.
wave your hand before my face. tell me if it's okay to breathe.
wave your hand before my face. tell me if it's okay to breathe.