Calloused and guarded; anxious about the coming events.
Hands in pockets- walking- with one-sided smile you arrive.
The first one is to shame. Experienced? Not yet.
Tingling down, head shaking furiously.
Another one, stronger than the last, but easier.
The words make sense…enough.
Every song is your favorite, memories of the past.
Getting numb, nothing is wrong at all.
Questioning life with all the right answers- philosophy
Seeing through reality, never coming down.
Every bit of light streaks, every sound muffled.
Are you awake? Maybe. You have arrived.
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