caged

all of my ideas and inspirations feel empty…lifeless — at a loss of passion.

I am once again met with the weights of endless question, as to which way is which and as to which way calls to me most — all has fallen silent.

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My heart has burned to its final flame, dimming my surroundings entirely.

For the first time, in what seems as if in ages, I have paused to listen to the whispers…in opposition to beckoned, I am advised to exhale all and remain still…I didn’t have any other choice.

I crave the most of dichotomy amidst movement intertwined with rest…

please set me free.