4:08 am- a poem.
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ashleyciera instagram: @etherallibra
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A poem dedicated to the deep parts of my mind.

4:08 am- a poem.

by bluehairedtrash

it's 4:08 am. and there are people who's bodies are motionless while their minds are alive and there are things they think about, songs they sing, sentences they listen to in their minds

and they can't seem to pause their endless thoughts, not for a second because if their thoughts pause they begin to feel they begin to sink further from reality to a place only they can go to

it's 4:30 am and they'd rather be dancing, dancing their thoughts away and they'd rather be singing as loud as they feel and they'd rather be jumping, spinning,

they'd rather be doing what their minds are doing it's 4:47 am and some are crying those who cry have stopped thinking, have stopped dreaming they cry for a world that ceases to exist

they cry for no reason they frown for the thoughts they can't form and the words they can't say they long for the stars above their head and the grass underneath their palms it's 5 am

and the light begins to pierce the darkness and the mind forgets how to dream and they keep living A. Ciera

Where to find me:

@bluehairedtrashcan on Instagram

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