Static.
Somewhere along the way I lost it. I feel like I am no more. But just a sinking ship whose bones are breaking. I remain on the surface of the seas and the rain, a wet and cold feeling of hollow behavior.
I am wanted in these places. But not in the one I truly would like to encompass. So here, I remain static. Between these decisions of heartbreak and life at its ultimate direction.
Give me an ultimatum. Give me somewhere. Give me something.
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