Ticking conversations

I spent so many years as a zombie, now the only difference is my brain is alive and my body is looking for it

I spent so many years on a trial for my sanity
30 days turned into 6 months and then I fell off the band wagon and was left scrambling for more feelings that tripped over my eyes

I spent so many years walking towards a new clock instead of ticking on my own
On my own time, on my own watch

And now, I’m having conversations with versions of people I’ve created
And now, I’m craving the old stale taste of burning kisses
And now, I’m spending way too much time on my own that it’s growing more difficult to pluck out my own petals

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