sometimes

i feel as if i allow my brain to eat itself
i consume myself in thought
the cold spreads to my spirit and i become dull
this is a rarity
this is a moment
not a season
but an event
short and bitter sweet it usually is
why
loneliness
bitterness
confusion

depression
everyone has experienced it to some level
i dont allow it
i am thankful that these moments are just funks
but non the less it is like tar that is chocking my spirit

appreciation
respect
two things that i hold very near and dear to my trust

"ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots"
"but my tongue is tied off"
written words are hard to mute
hard to erase
memories can not be erased
shall they?
naw

forgiveness
the final word
or the first word

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