scrambled,
making perfect sense until I slow it down
pick it apart
realize that words are useless-
and always have been
maybe feelings aren't meant to be captured-
hold for a minute before letting go?
I know the four (useless) words
that could make all this fade for awhile
and until I can believe them-
I'll need a new canvas to finger paint on
because
I'm free from everything but myself.
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