Calm During The Fright

I calm my nerves with the little time I have.

Feeling akin to the birds.

When they fly from the trees.

Fleeing from deeds of controlling land beings.

It’s the flight of the fright.

Meant to carry to different safety.

Nothing can compare to the feeling of air rushing in-between your hair.

Babbling of the Irrational Mind.

Talk to me.

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