from a stool, waiting to release

waiting for the throng

the bang

a sonic wave to wash over the emotions that sunk into my sunshine travels as i wound my way through another day to end up here

waiting to hear the release of fear, the stale smell of beer as i stay sober and absorb the night bolder without anxiety guiding the way to forgetting what you say while i walk this away and know my nights better look different than day

what’d you say?

can’t find it

look harder

it’s resting on the shoulders relaxed and unwound understating it’s where i’ll be found



thank you for bringing me back to my senses, before i misused these lenses

and saw what wasn’t there

the sun will discover my flight after this break, as i sit wondering where to run tomorrow night

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