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Under the Bridge
Scared to fall down
Or to drown
But what scares most around
Is lie I keep telling myself
βItβs merely water under the bridgeβ
So I am sorry to any one who liked the original poem more. It was my least favourite one and I personally felt it didnβt capture the feeling I wanted.

Caligo
The rain calms down
Amongst the fog
I stand alone
Its another restless night

Interlaced
Fragmented Visions
Astray from an external focus
Gripping on to the last sensation
Tight laced
Delirium
The delicate damsel
Further breathless
Restricted
And
Grey

Wild Medicine
I swear I can only breathe weed
Iβm stuck do not make me plead
Alien flowers
Give me the power
Once I Exhale I will finally be freed
I want to be clear as day that I used ai for the background. That being said the overlay is from my alarm every morning (trying to cut back on smoking weed) and it is Mostly me standing there. The head and torso are me to be exact but the legs and partly arms are not mine (thatβs kinda a morbid thought. it also made my arms way too long lmfao). I donβt think I will use ai for many more of my photos but I really liked how this one turned out.
The Poetry is always mine of course π©Ά

Bandaidπ©Ή
A tortured soul cries out unable to contain the agony
Static and moisture fill up the clouds, we canβt escape these cycles
Swallow
gripping tighter to the cliffs edge, praying for better weather
But the Cataclysmic storm rages on, the pills did not matter
Another visit needed but only a bandaid is given
smothering any hope or desire