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Haiku 145/365

Planning my next tale With you hearing me discuss It’s intricacies.

What do I do here? I’m living in constant fear. Anxiety bleeds.

Painted visions of Cool blue skies in the distance Am I just listless?

Fading into black Trapped in an abyss, struggle To make sense of me

It’s golden hour We look at the sun and watch How time stands still here.

Immaculate art Ideas planted in the dark For you to create

Freedom is control Over yourself. Over Mind. From society.

Do dreams die out there? Over the half moon, we strive To find a way out.

An apparition, I’m sure you’ve heard the tall tales— As it slips past you.

The rain clouds passed by The evening lamps light the street Cars drive in the fog.