I know the beauty is there...

...but my eyes are closed flatlining to the point where i would value an adrenalin rush in order to feel something other than blank humour broken dislocated sense of self painful weariness but no rest unclear mind guilt in not connecting with girls pillow holds puddles of predicament restoration beyond comprehension in this reality

zeph 3.17 great delight quiet me with love rejoice over with singing

why is my huddled clump not able to rise above and take refuge in truth i know is there but can't feel?

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