I've disappeared
Misty vapors
Into my day to day
Existence
Sporadically
Flickering
Towards reality
Animated
My mind
A blank canvas
With knotted
Imperfections
Occasionally
Painted with
Extra fine blue
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Sometimes
With the light fingers
Of consciousness
But there are times
When the hand
Is heavy with lunacy
Piercing through
Gut wrenching
Thoughts
Wavering
On the line
Between
Inner and outer
Characters
Internally
Craving solitude
Outwardly
An outgoing
Life force
Conflicted
I am
Quite comfortable
In my own skin
But is my skin
Comfortable with me?
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