jacqueline | Nov. 2, 2021, 4:19 a.m. Might be a poem
The space behind my mind.
Deep into the darkness.
The mattress.
Closed lids.
Calm.
At peace.
In the distance plays a football team.
Muffled T.V noise.
If you listen, it is silent.
Deep in relaxation.
The weight of blankets.
Heavy gravity.
A symphony of beats.
Deeper into the darkness
The sounds are breath strokes.
Ears provoked and bound.
Suddenly, a thought occurs to me.
It come's as a shocking melody
A daydream stopped immediately.
A running rabbit mind.
Not blissful silence.
Not anymore.
A wishful whisper.
"fuck"
..
"I should be writing."
Inspiration hits.
In little bits.
And when, you never know.
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