Suppression returns
as an unfamiliar familiarity
that was forgotten
Vile cuts on my soul
an emptiness restored
All the footsteps fade
All the learnings lost
The dread of years ago
awaits to rain on my parade
Alive and feeling numb
A quiet night is a blur
A flying bird mocks
the ones who fall
on their own
Widescreen narrow lanes
contours of the brains obscure
A trance of melancholy
I find my memories smudged
until remains of dust
accrue on my dopamine reserves
I live in extremes of being known
to anonymity I observe
I’ll finally find myself in a blank state
or I’ll lose myself in extremes of a shapeless blur
The first part – [24] Shapeless Blur
A song – How To Disappear Completely
Goodness!! I hope you find yourself in those “extremes of a shapeless blur.” I pray you can change that “blank state” to one of vivid memories and plentiful refills of dopamine.