I contain a certain silence that bends with time
I tell myself
this is the best option
the only option
the world disintegrating like a crumble cake
and my coffee on the table
ready to soak it in
have I given up?
that can’t be
there is more than gin pools
and drowning in fountains
made of right now…
because not now
not this second
not this thing
I feign a laugh
and a whim
of something
something distant
instant
and within.
– sheila c.
brilliant, poignant, powerful ❤
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Such volume!
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