the shores have been breached
I ran for the sky but couldn’t reach

encrypted within these dimensions
extensions of the sea
my thoughts are being intercepted
torn and transformed into this cage

but my brain has four corners to mourn the emptiness
and in my box I watch the clock
until the metal or I
get tired

we’re both wired to expire

this temporary addiction called living
ends because it started

suffering to stay alive
all I can do is survive to feel the pain
(and scars are contagious)
slowly tracing mistakes
raw with the idea
that I could lay tomorrow on the sand
perfectly unwanted
while breathing in the foam…
trying to hold captive the moment I finally feel home

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