THE BURDEN OF TOO MUCH AWARENESS

Sensibly unsensible,grounded beyond belief,silently suffering wondering,why, when I stand i dont feel the ground beneath my feet.I look down at what should be, but realizing what is,frown on what could be but smile when I remember Ive forgotten I am who I once was.Memory of self....a moment of Bliss,fade as fast as came....a moment of miss.The euphoria of peace,burdened by the burden of too much awareness.
THE BURDEN OF TOO MUCH AWARENESS

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