...idk...
Rambling reasoning - 60. -
Hands cupped, breath slowly circulating among a silent room sitting in darkness
Ideas circle tired eyes, as pictures are combined in mind, leaving such a beautiful mess
Describing the scene seems undeserving to what can be seen
The stories now jumbled together, as one, have so much to tell in-between
For what its worth, "wanting" is still present among many memories, though selfish it may be
It is as it has been, yet even then, still, uneasy at times for me
In what wasn't, anything would be traded in instances long past personal drive
Now, as it isn't, what is, is all the more priceless, making the present me, simply put, happy to be alive
Nothing more, nothing less
At times, I still find comfort in sharing the ever-changing picture that is "my mess"
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