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?