Sometimes I’m free and floating… weightless and heavenly like the clouds, all fluffy all full of force, light and life
At times I feel boxed in,
Locked up in my own thoughts
Caged in a deep hole… no key could open
No one could run… bang so hard on this door of my own thoughts as the walls slowly pull in
Pulling towards me… gliding
Skating, suffocating, and magnatizing the entirety of my fears
The fears that I bury deep down in my own notions of self-doubt…
Waiting for someone to open… unbolt that door
But only I have the key… to unfold myself to what could change my life for the greater
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