Counting these nows. Knowing little of outside, or within. How can judgment make sense when you compare  a life. We breathe in the advertisements wanting shine. My head is heavy like a dog. The creatures that trouble this world have sent a bomb around the planet just for you. It hurts this alone. Like deaths every thought. All I wanted was an end to this drought where I cannot find an ear to settle.



Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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