the golden hour
the golden hour intrusive thoughts stories
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tangerinedreams
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what having intrusive thoughts feel like

the golden hour

through tightly shut eyes,

through tightly shut eyes, I feel rays of sunlight hitting my eyelids.

my memories built a vacant home inside my brain,

my memories built a vacant home inside my brain, allowing isolation to feel tranquil.

prodding reminders of lost love have me on my knees,

prodding reminders of lost love have me on my knees, begging to be set free.

I'm aimlessly running through unfamiliarity,

I'm aimlessly running through unfamiliarity, crushing flowers to get where I think I'm going.

intrusive thoughts wrap me up,

intrusive thoughts wrap me up, except this time I don't want to be held.

time veils itself in a boundless manner,

time veils itself in a boundless manner, I'm running out of what I'm not aware is so delicately restricted within my heavy heart.

eyes snapping open,

eyes snapping open, every vein in my body is buzzing as I untangle myself.

my skin is radiating beneath the boiling sun

my skin is radiating beneath the boiling sun as I escape the massive fire wired into my nervous system.

I refuse to turn around to observe the outcome,

I refuse to turn around to observe the outcome, everything that is or ever was in my brain is collapsing.

and I won't be there to witness it this time.

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