These thoughts I have they scatter
\nThe remnants of a thousand iterations
\nOf a thousand palpitations
\nI am convinced they no longer matter<\/p>\n
They are ethereal
\nWithout substance, they are the voluminous
\ngas of a mind less luminous
\nAnd increasingly immaterial<\/p>\n
My hands burn with the attempts
\nTo gather the shattered fragments
\nAnd piece together at least a better
\nUnderstanding of my torments<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
These thoughts I have they scatter The remnants of a thousand iterations Of a thousand palpitations I am convinced they no longer matter They are ethereal Without substance, they are the voluminous gas of a mind less luminous And increasingly immaterial My hands burn with the attempts To gather the shattered fragments And piece together … Continue reading Wracked<\/span>