There's a part of me
where there is a bunch of bricks
piled together in the shape of a person
and placed on a torn mattress,
hidden underneath a blanket
that wants to be
covered up in tin
so as not to let anyone in.
Once the tin is in place,
it'll always be a part of me
and I know I'll build several of these
again and again.
I feel a little free
now that you've walked away.
If only there was a vine with leaves as footholds to climb up to the very sun and dim it's light a little bit, would things in our universe be any different?
Thursday, November 23, 2017
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