lapsed taste of time

my house started giving off a different smell

since I got used to the thought of leaving

on a journey I never wanted

yet today it seems like I’m obliged to embark on it

to leave the storm inside and out of me

that will be all about it

palpitations and twisted brain coils

in the place where

senseless screams of seagulls, humans, and engines

mean only one thing

you can never stay sober here

usually intoxicated en masse

inhaling, imbibing, intricate inversed ink

to the one I breathe

always away from annoyance

with my taste buds concerned

pangs of perseverance pervading

visual and auditory triggers

stimulating tactile sensations

the ones that you can never see

if you are exposed long enough

to forget everything

at one time interval

occurring from time to time

to remind you that you belong

no matter how hard you tried

to get rid of the sense of familiarity

replaced by hostility

in your own jacal

I think it’s time to go back

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