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There's a continuation
between my moon and heart
and my brain and the sun
with each sinking, there's a rise in the other
but can never be present at the same time
except for special occasions however
my body doesn't work that way
no matter how practical I want to be
there is always my heart
it never follows
and it's slowly diminishing
but with my brain sinking
it's shackles are lost and it beats
with more breathe
more exertion
because it doesn't want to believe
that it will be locked again
and it runs
it runs away from reality
from everything around
and no longer follows it's normal pattern
but it's own pattern
and it's lost and it loves that feeling
because it's no longer hurting, or caring for anyone else
but for itself.