startlingly real pain that washes over and over
wanting only to be enshrined, engulfed
by sensation by thought
a construct of delusion and joy
realities that may not exist past the confines
of skin
heart
you want only to believe in that moment
with only the pleasures existent because of you
unknowingly forced to stop and see
go outside the walls
seeking but unable to hold onto
depth, the warmth
freedom
to have the soft, plush wool pulled upon you
when i cant make it play it hurts
where has the mind gone
like love it is palpable
the only shifts and changes are your repetitive strokes
you dont know how to be fulfilled, back and forth
only new directions of sound highlight the space around
not alone but you are
so alone
wanting only to be enshrined, engulfed
by sensation by thought
a construct of delusion and joy
realities that may not exist past the confines
of skin
heart
you want only to believe in that moment
with only the pleasures existent because of you
unknowingly forced to stop and see
go outside the walls
seeking but unable to hold onto
depth, the warmth
freedom
to have the soft, plush wool pulled upon you
when i cant make it play it hurts
where has the mind gone
like love it is palpable
the only shifts and changes are your repetitive strokes
you dont know how to be fulfilled, back and forth
only new directions of sound highlight the space around
not alone but you are
so alone
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