At Ease.
A word.
A word suddenly become a sentence
The words then become a paragraph
it doesn't mean anything yet,
but it eases my mind.
I spill these words on paper, the desk,
choosing them from the thought of my mind,
distracting myself to entertain myself
easing my mind.
It doesn't mean anything yet,
But soon it will tell a story,
no one will understand it,
but myself.
It Eases my Mind.
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