Abscise the flow,
this broken cacophony of screams,
these visions arched backwards
and bent, almost reflecting light
but choosing to dim instead
The petrichor soothes me,
while in this crowded state of mind.
The smell of rain and sunflower perfume
welcome me to an old sense of home.
The sunrise blooms and holds me hostage
to it’s beauty.
I’m present, breaking through the reminents
of the room I have,
the open space left in my mind
Dawning Creations 
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