26 March 2008
Rising... (part one)
Voices, confusion, flashes, all spinning around,
No more I can take, no more of this...
Opinions, pieces of facts, whispers and shouts,
My eyes, my ears can take no more, they long for peace.
So I let go of it all, I enclose all my sences inside.
As I get rushed out of the place I don't belong in,
I feel movement around and pressure changing fast,
Just like water pushes us back up from within.
I rise, rise from beneath
To the surface, where I can finally Breath...
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