2 results for 'restless'
fingers splintering on bare wood the night, eyes closed ~ except through my third eye, the centre of my brows
early hours are silent, bar the tinkering ivories that draws me from unconscious sleep dreams will not be ReMembered when I wake yet still I wonder
violins draw close, like moths fluttering, movement; bow on strings music helps my flight, as I drift or am I deep in slumber now
wings circle overhead escaping from the birds hush morning do not come to soon I am in the woods, a far off place morning will enter, UNknowingly disturb
spin… SPin hallucinating?... (more)
...I feel a recurring emptiness and my mind is filled with noisy clutter. They dance in an unsettled pattern that revolves around like the moon, the gravity of seriousness holding both of them close. I filled my bottle up with pretty little pills, the things that give me solace in the routine of restless seeking. Shaking the bottle, I looked again at the prescription, in bold letters, FAITH, and in small script below it, “can cause mindless ambling to churches and Tourette's like expressions of religious clichés." Damn this Faith, it's a drug that allows me to feel good, putting icing on... (more)
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