it seems as though I cannot stay
put in one frame of mind
I feel as if wind scattered brain
ideas taking flight with no heed
fleeting flashing and darting
through this skull
absorbing every instance
acknowledging every thought
to the fullest extent of the law.
changing.
subtly slowly I change.
And my heart it cries.
as it always has.
a quiet tear broken on the
face of laughter,
chilling to my bones
i can smile and emote
the happiness of my being
but part and whole feel separate.
it is unnerving to say the least.
for I tear myself consistently
in the tugs of the needles of self
in the patchwork of connecting thoughts
I lose with each sharp stitch a
previously understood idea replaced with
a stronger thread
a newer material
something more durable
for the hole that stitch had filled
the connection it had made
the frame of mind it
represented.
resented.
My self
resented.
My self
resented.
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