They Do

September 24, 2015

I am

Everything

And nothing

All at once

I am there

Laughing

Full of life

Ready to burst

I am gone

Quiet

Easy to miss

In my silence

I am a conundrum

A paradox

A collection of things

That should not go together

But somehow

They do

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