Such A Thing As

Too much freedom…

Too much “have to”…

Too much chocolate…

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Humanity Horizon

You write something in the rarity of a moment.

You wish things with childish regret.

You eventually sleep vulnerable, by the same moon as us all.

No Brakes

I can’t stop thinking of him.
I can’t stop getting wasted.
I can’t stop the soar and crash.