Welcome to another grey haze of a day. Feeling the need to rest from this empty skin that I am trapped in.
Self-induced or real. I'm not quite sure what's in play.
Waiting through shades of sleep to awaken to resolve the pain.
A recurring pattern of dissolve to my hopes and ambitions.
After the fog clears and the weight has been lifted. Leading me towards the promise of a brand new day.
Sights aimed full force ahead until the air grows thicker.
There is no recourse when it manifests. I must retire and abide with it's grip on me. I may transcend if driven far enough away...
Waiting through this deep sleep to awaken to resolve the pain.
A recurring pattern of dissolve to my hopes and my ambitions.
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