My knees crash into concrete of pillows and the air unburdens my body. Mate, just mate, but mate, SHUT UP. I wait to greet the sweat and choke. my mind is clouded my vision is narrowed. A vision of love is how I am harrowed.
#Anxiety #Love
Boxed into my label-less jumper, Safely unlabeled inside my heart t… If I could only unbox my jumper, I wont be labeled another jumper.
A breath is moment-less, In this chain of events, There is no hopelessness, There is no fence.