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(support my Black, queer, disabled self by giving my stuff a read)
I’M FORGETTING NAMES AND FACES I’M LOSING TRACK OF TIME MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED I CAN FEEL THE FOG IS CREEPING IN EACH TIME RETREATING LESS
By An Unlocked Key4 years ago in Poets
CW: Alcoholism walking in the late of night the streets empty and quiet we're meeting up halfway your dad’s an alcoholic
you find yourself vibrating moving at speeds and frequencies others can’t see won’t see the world is in s l o w motion
wandering through the forest there’s a gentle, calming breeze the scent of cool, damp earth drifts its way to your nose rays of sunlight peek through the trees
By An Unlocked Key5 years ago in Poets
late night thoughts led me to sea glass and sea glass led me to you you’ve been worn down and you continue to be but it polishes you
