by Black Pumas
(Listen to Colors by Black Pumas for enhanced reading pleasure.)

-Take me to the other side where the bitty blues birds flies- Black Pumas
I experience overwhelming sensations, like a burn onto the skin.
The remedy for this burn exists within my own psyche.
I question why the NOW is a place I rarely visit.
My thoughts are without organization, for the files are illegible.
Calmness is a distant destination.
I board the flight of my mind.
A breath to restore consciousness underneath my wings.
With utmost importance, I am sober inside my body.
I understand my thoughts will be absorbed, discharged.
I want to let go, like a death.
Inevitable is a Truth.
I want to hold on, like a life.
Facing the Inevitable.
I close the files.
Be well.
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