haven't written in a while,
lazy yes,
busy always,
or maybe my saddness was somehow lost,

this window,
that tree,
as the clouds suffocate the sun,

i'm sleeping
deep...deep,
deep,

and words like these
fool me into feeling
like i'm writing
for the first time,

the sun sets in violet rings
whispering waves,
washing across scattered blue
thinned to darker skies,

i keep holding on,
out on toes outstretched
as my mind plays music,
and a steady heart drums out
the smallest smile
while i testify
into the wind.
 
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