where everything

the days where everything is so precise and so fragile
all efforts come straight from the soul
dreaming as large as we believe life could be, and
all screams fall on deaf ears.

waiting for that last piece of the puzzle
looking for what has been cut out of us
in so many different ways
wanting to believe again
let loose

let loose this death grip
knowing that the life we’ve dreamed of
seduces us in it’s thirst for us to find it
just on the other side of our walls, screaming…

screaming for us to set who we are free.

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