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Everday i spill blood from two cracked teeth, in the desperate hope i'll feel alive again.

Removing any doubt that i am of a different nature.

Wishing this reality to be true.



I walk this land but not as my ancestors did bare foot, blisters abundant.They could harness the warmth and wellbeing of mother nature in between their toes.



My breathing becomes a deep wheezing as i choke inside my own bubble where am i safe if not in my own sanctuary?



My hands are born tools to create and act as forces on objects for good and bad outcomes.



My eyes only see a mist. Vast arrays of illusions, hiding the truth.

Squinting adapting to focus i then remove myself due to lack of time to see this world in a different light.

We spend so much of our time worrying about materialistic objects that we do not even manage to notice the most simplest of things.
I wish i wouldn't consider the possibilities and rattle my mind over what if and question how and why?
I wish i could join the buzz and the bubbles the majority of humans emerse themselves in and continue on enjoying sanity.

Psycological impact on even the strongest of minds can bring upon a mist.