Getting sick of it wanting to run something that hits harder than truth did I get over it or just arrive now here after the dream I thought I had grit noise holding on to what I can’t see hurt lost lost misled by desire “if it comes true it ends” whose words turning sadness into kindness pretending voices around me wanting more “freedom” just a sound ringing ringing ringing again acting like I accepted everything back here misled by desire now here again now here again