"Staring into the Strings of the Universe" or Writing Practice 5/1/17

I haven't written in Dog knows how long. So when it finally came out of me this morning, I figured I'd just drop the unpolished product. I may revisit it later.

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What do I feel like doing?

I couldn't say.

I guess I'm merely mourning days that never were,

Wishing on maligned stars and unwound clocks.

I fool myself into thinking I'm not just

A fool for thinking in 4 dimensions,

Running past the future and back to the present

In a million threads of thought,

Arguing with Fate as if she were an old friend

Weaving the tapestry in the couch next to me Instead of out of me.

I see so much.

I feel so much.

Every thread pulling and tightening,

Twisting and winding while I do nothing but spin the wheels.

The tapestry turns both picture and prison as I see every beautiful stitch,

And each one before it,

Every direction I could have gone

Had I pulled a little more left

Or made a hard right.

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Thank you for helping me break through the fog.

I thought I'd be mute forever.

Are You Watching Closely?