The mind feels numb.
Paralysed, but crying for something
Like the depth of the ocean
And the sound of waves safely crashing.
Repetition. Repetition.
Security in the simplest of things.
Without it, naked and directionless as
A gush of wind.
So much energy, so little meaning.
Wanting to be more,
Wanting to give more.
If only there were something to be given.
The mind is numb.
- MHD
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