Unfinished Halt

Locked into turmoil, not falling, but not moving either
So distant, I crawl inside my own mind and execute body feelings

Willow trees sway around me, halted by the sounds of the midnight owl
crying, tear drops are the only thing that seem to fail me when I need them the most
that exhilarating sigh of relief that comes out in the form of physicality

I sit in pure numbness

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