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getting to the root of this seasonal depression (wip)


the season changing again and i wish i could say i was in-love with it

i guess it's unrealistic
expecting a stand-by-me

the clouds come and go and this 
is when my faith is tested

caffeine-based energy in a closed loop
my creative passion playing catch-up

now I'm learning to unlearn things that I just learned

and what if i got rid of it all?

what if i couldn't go back?

now here i am 
lying on the floor
staring the ceiling

the sky is changing and my nervous system tells me that I have been sitting too long.
that I gotta be changing too.

but here I am still talking bout my feelings,
setting up houses in the void but not even the void stays the same

i remember being 19
making holes in the walls
this reminds me of then

i avoid the color red
hide in the blues of the process we supposed to be believing in

the season is changing and i know there is joy ahead
but my words just seem to mourn the joy i have already traded




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