Waking from a semblance of sleep, awakening into a person I used to be.
A figment of my imagination, whiling away time in adjacent phases of life.
Somber attitudes feeling their ways through me, giving clues to the horizon I'm in.
Regulating periods of intensified emotion, tabulating their essence in notes of melodic forms.
Raining upon my mind, delicately carrying me into interior plains of incessant journeys.
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