Today is gray.
Colder than yesterday, and quieter.
In the sunlight and comfort of my home,
I think too much.
Two nights entwined,
Four nights apart.
In this time, I see differently.
Now I feel, what I don't see.
And your whisper reaches through me.
It seeps through my fingers and into my heart -
and I force myself to not hold too tightly.
For losing nothing, is what I fear the most.
The Anarchy of My Mind - in words. A Collection of (mostly) my Thoughts.
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