SPACED OUT: My heart aches under the full moon. I'm unable to unwrap these constraints binding my chest. As the tension increase, I dont understand how'd they manifest. Unable to connect as you stand beside. Untuned, I'm planets far from you. As I try to mutter a sound. Signal words in hopes of reaching you.
SPACED OUT:
My heart aches under the full moon. I'm unable to unwrap these constraints binding my chest. As the tension increase, I dont understand how'd they manifest. 

Unable to connect as you stand beside. Untuned, I'm planets far from you. As I tr... poetry stories
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bebawolf Journal entries from 1/19/19 ▫️◽◻💠◼◾▪
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Imagine living in a place where you last day dreamed of? Mines was space...and it took a dark turn *badum tss

SPACED OUT: My heart aches under the full moon. I'm unable to unwrap these constraints binding my chest. As the tension increase, I dont understand how'd they manifest. Unable to connect as you stand beside. Untuned, I'm planets far from you. As I try to mutter a sound. Signal words in hopes of reaching you.

The static in between amplifies, grinding through. These constraints tighten and my heart scurries. As I take note, journal entry number 30: I'm speaking, yet these words are slithering in between your ear canals. Weighted words sprung from the tip of my tongue becomes weightless inside-Zero gravity in that hollow mind.

My words disperse as they find their way out. Vanish into the air. Transforms into dust. Spaced out beside you. I'm in no rush to be viewed under these planets spotlight. To fully reveal my constraints connected to my words that I'm holding on tight. Close to my chest, I am unable to rest. Trying to keep count. Possibly 30+ days, I shout:

I'm speaking, yet these words are slithering in between your ear canals. Weighted words sprung from the tip of my tongue becomes weightless inside-Zero gravity in that hollow mind. No matter the tone or range. From a whisper to a shout. These slimy slick echoes always find a way out. My words never land. Instead, they make their way back to take a hold of me.

Speechless even with all these words swarming around. We stand beside one another, yet you're the one who is earth bound. As I'm planets away, 50+ days unnoticed, and unsearched. Drifting further and further away from earth. Letting go of each page that held onto my words.

Journal entry number 200: last page, static waves embedded throughout space. No longer speaking, the silence eventually cut through my constraints. Released from my weighted words. Memories slowly dispersing inside this hollow mind. Hollow echoes finally burst to their escape.

As I concentrate onto my final thoughts coming into place. I whisper, May my ashes find their way back home to the tail of my paper trails. My self made milkeyway. To my first lost page. As I space away.

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