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Like a casual walk in the park
I still feel I have places to go
Things to do
And people to see, but can they see me
Am I really ready to be visible?
Dear Self,
Sometimes when it's late at night
and I feel like my room is the only vessel
drifting through a black spacious ocean
with the constellations above,
some bars of light will begin circling around
As we grow older, our bedroom walls seem smaller,
our boundaries tighten, and our options become scarcer.
With every missed opportunity and every failure within our minds,
Dearest You,
I didn't leave because I didn't care for You
I didn't flee because I didn't want You
I didn't disappear because I didn't love You
Absolutely perfect You
Seemingly seamless You
"So this is love..."
The thought echoes off the caverns of my mind,as cold and empty as the darkened motel room in whichI am grateful I cannot see
