• spread_love 6w

    High.

    I turn the brightness down,
    Releive my bloodshot eyes.
    They are mere slits,
    Since the swelling thrives.

    I disarm my sense of hearing,
    And the grounds pulse
    To a beat of my choice,
    With the skies singing along.

    Meticulously I listen,
    With appreciation un-felt before.
    My gaze following the common road,
    That never looked this pretty before.
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