#188 (jumbled)

sometimes

I wanna pull

away all the grey threads

sitting in my face

while my hands are untying

the day’s tangle

breathing crisp winter air at last

unfolding

my mind a maze

myself a clumsy cat

chasing thoughts

reaching them almost

but never quite

the length of solitude

is aching deep

within my bones


barren

I filled up

all the holes

and made them sparkly

so everybody noticed

but you

12th January

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