laid there too long
without a sound
now i'm wondering when the the silence will go
and when my mind will start processing the words
i know are falling in my ears
its a wonder how much i write when i can't think straight
its starts feeling a bit like crazy when every thought
is more like narration than the random patterns
i (almost) grew accustomed too
bunny trails, thats what she called them
we'd all yell out "shoot the bunny," share a good laugh
and pass another pint of our favorite
i remember
the walls are up
my hands hurt from being thrust against them
in some mindless attempt to knock them down
by now the numbness should have set in
but not this time
i'm still hopeful
maybe it will be different this time
maybe this is the one the one i've been waiting for
maybe this will be the last time
maybe
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