Even when...

a little crazy
Gets mixed in
With everything great

It’s hard to breathe
A mind gets scrambled
Between truth and fear

The cloying heat creeps
Into every crevice
Until it’s hard to move

And life spins
Causes a stomach to quell
A head to hurt

It’s so dark
There is nothing left to see
Except what is left
To imagination

Even when...
There is always you.

07/01/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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