Published June 11, 2017 by lamarrwenrich

the tighter I hold 

The looser the grip..

slowly slipping away

Words sound the same 

scenery looks the same 

Smiling familiar faces 

running circles in the same places 

but the ground is shifting 

Drifting.. can’t be stopped..

Airwaves are deadly 

currents sucking me in slowly 

until I’m giving into the pressure..

Being carried away involuntarily 

thrown about aimlessly..

until I glide away 

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