The snowflakes touch the ground softly
The rain pitter patters onto the concrete
The water overflow caresses the floor
But the mind crashes the lightning cart
Explodes upon impact
Detonates like a firebomb
No soft landing there
Fallen and slow to rise
Fallen and all alarms sound
Fallen and there the body lies
And, it’s not just one, two, or three
It’s a pile up of mental anguish
Neurons strewn about
Mindmelds and carcasses
The cranes can lift them up
But gravity always takes hold
Categories: Health, identity, mental health, Psychology, society
Weaving Our Way
Through Live
Perceiving
With Meaning
More Meaning
More Life Yet
LiGHT
Thru DarK True..:)
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