What is it to be on my mind? There's a constancy to it. How it breathes and moves. The cracks and crevasses where dark thoughts hide. I hide there too. What is it to be on my mind? When sadness sets in and usual demeanors fade away. There's a fog to every thing I do. There is a weight to everything I am. It's grey in here, it's grey out there. There's a rain pitter pattering on me. Damp. damp. Wet. wet. Happiness gets lost in clay that sticks to the bottom of your shoe. And I have a heart that shatters by the intake of your breath. Right now, things are thin. The air and clouds and sun is thin with empty thoughts. What's it like to be on my mind?
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