silence

The voice of freedom is so quiet. Or maybe simply far away.

It's all grey again. My face is forgetting what a smile feels like again. Cant feel my eyes dancing.

I had golden serenity and rainbow eyes. I'd like that back please.

Drums? I need drums.

Funny thing I've noticed. When this happens my c-section scar acts up. I also can't bring myself to wear even the tiniest bit of make up, like my skin needs to be clean. Subconscious need to be demasked?

Heart is very achey.

When the little grooves and indentations on your wall become tiny worlds of what ifs, could bes and regret. New wall please.

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