Turbulence

I become productive when I’m faded
I guess cause this is when my creativity is flowing

When all my random thoughts start going

Thinking of things I don’t remember ever knowing

I’m just flying like Boeing 

I see things amongst the clouds

Ironically everything becomes silent after the loud

-Too Distinct the Poet

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