Interrupted happiness
Two against one
Forgotten feelings
Escaping air
Limited breath
Give me a reason to breathe
Disrupted eutopia
Misplaced map
Who’s on my team
Blurred vision
Threat of the future
Suffocating past
Sickening present
One-way gifts
Giving, giving
Gone.
Overstuffed bags
Under my eyes
Lost in a dream
Nightmarish necessity
Never really asleep
Pinch me
Am I unconscious yet?
Give me a reason to put my feet
Back on the ground
Somewhere I won’t slip
And fall for...
getting how to feel
Interrupt my suffocation
Interpret my heavy eyelids
Twitching with anxiety
Threat of the past
Sickening future
Two against one
Losing, losing,
Lost.
Just
Breathe
Never
Sleep
Do I have a team
In this dysphoric dystopia
Going, going
Here.
Is it a gift
To breathe
One way
Dreaming of a map
A path
Levitating
Just two inches
Above the stability
The ground offers
Against one
Fluttering eyelashes
Enforcing instability
Uneven wavelengths into and from my brain
I don’t remember
How to stand
Everything’s a blur
In this unreliable eye
Nonconsensual consciousness
Pinch me.
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60 seconds… 59 seconds… Time was slipping through his fingers, though he clawed at the falling grains of sand, he could not stop the hourglass from flowing. Around him, the silence was deafening. He had taken over every screen in the command centre, putting the terrible seconds before the terrified eyes of his friends and comrades.
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