The sound of humming is heard deep inside like a vibration. It has been telling me how to feel for the past few lives, but i've failed to program myself in such a way.
Death breathed in heavy this afternoon... as i slid my finger past the antique dresser, collecting the dust. Growing fond of the solitude, the door bell sung to me, and i sung right back, forgetting the existence of its sound, the arrival of that who is concerned.
Lying on my bed, expanding my body so that the ceiling can cave in... I dreamt of carcasses drenched in the colors that enlighten any mood. The sunlight from behind had greyed out when i received notice of the nonexistant boundaries between myself and the rest of the world.
It was plainly in sight i could not reach into my own creations for comfort. It binded me from sanity, it consoled me with emptiness, and the outside haunted me, consuming all of my actions into paranoia. Finally i gave way, but slowly, shyly.... and the healing once again began.
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