waves became straight
vibrations soothing
a flat-line in the soul
i don't know if it's contentment
or dying
maybe the fire
was left to smoulder
for too long
and everything became ashen
it's quiet,
very quiet
in the trenches of my cerebrum
thought gave me time to no longer dwell
on the hopeless state
of past mistakes
future direction became refined
need was expelled
it's not a requirement
i sleep alone now
the ghosts have gone
breathing is easy
and loneliness absent
whatever i may have thought to be terminal
was just a state of mind that I spoon fed daily
we bend out of shape
until we are broken
for what we think we need
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