Stagnant...

Past the point of thoughts consistently over thinking. Over the facts that the social scene is all about the drinking. The fading has gone so far into the shadows thy face is only seen in pictures captured by selfies. N the smile hides a deeper sense of worth lingering without a cause to help thee. The heart wants life that the mind shields it from. Damn confliction of interests feels like a war fought in the throat that's being hushed. As the body is leaving towards being felt better it has no soak left to feed desires. The inner makings are a neverending blaze wildfire smoking that will not simmer no matter how tired. There's a line where the toes rest as eyes await the day it's crossed n life can go on. Prior to what's left behind as it's begin the mourn. Stagnant n self oppressed the battle is a moment of breaking free. Days are pulling intent near a connection that had nothing to do with hopeless dreams. That give meaning back to the reality of opening up to a movement that soothes truths. Distant from the crossfire buried between the head n chest to gain the rapture of luv...