I can feel the static that lives under my skin.It ripples there ever present waiting to strikePins and needles that never truly go away It is always there but can get so quiet
I start to feel myself lost to the staticIt flows through my body and drowns out EverythingThe world unfocusedThe sounds of life are so farEven those I love Their voices are as if I am underwaterDrowning in my mind's own turmoilA gentle touchto calm?to recall?lights the fire that lives in my skineach nerves screams as those pins and needlespierce through them and destroyswhat quiet I can hold on toI lose my self to the static and I am goneIt is everywhereAnd I nowhere
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