one hundred
and eighty two days
blurred together
like paint smeared on canvas
like a photograph
left too long in the sun
like gibberish dreams
that fill the night
nothing makes sense
silence binds isolation
with threads
left dangling, untended
to knot in the early fall winds
introspection
dances on the edge
with uncertainty
avoidance brings inspection
and distraction by the hand
but I...
I sit with you, love
and wonder
what you
will teach
me
~
2/100
