Only right now,
At this second I can breath--
Sometimes I just can step back for an instant,
And for that instant,
Things are simple.
I wonder that I ever panic,
Yet I often awake,
My heart racing, with dread I cannot explain.
Wondering how I entered the nightmare
Wondering how to escape
Struggling to see the other side of realities I want to deny.
Then I seperate from that reality for a moment,
And I wonder what all the fuss was.
How do I retain this vantage point?
This glimpse outside
Crushing, consuming darkness--
I don't feel like I have a disease
But I feel diseased
Longing to always have perspective.
I Long to remember,
Even this current phase will pass.
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