What Carries on

Sitting here, tapping each key with hesitant fingers, my mind is swimming and I’m only catching a glimpse of the current over head. What is it I wish to share today? Is there a purpose to my sense of finding something more?

My muscles scream to me of the injustices they have faced throughout the day, and my mind ignores their pleas for its own sanity’s sake. But what about me; How do I feel?

Falling in and out of caring and not caring, worrying, and speaking freely, the melodies carry on, and I can’t help but see it all as what it is.

Tomorrow is a fresh dawn, and I, a fresh face.
My mind will still be true, and my heart, still in place.

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