Stream of Conscious – September 15, 2020

The thick air

Brackish in its tint

Dives deep into my lungs

Where I become free

Listening to the noises

In the great wide open

Softly bending my attention

Escaping Everything

Like butterflies

Into the limpid sky

A dotted haze

Floating off

To somewhere

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