...everything is in black and white...
...my body shuts down...
...except for the pain...
...my mind is chaotic...
...lingering in the past...
---i search for textures and patterns...
the silence
at night is so loud
sleep is
short
filled with
voices all talking at once
in a
language i don't know
yet so
familiar
i think i
can capture the words
until i
pick up pen and paper.
the noise
in the day is so quiet
the voices
speaking in whisperers so soft
the only
clue to their meaning
is the
restless tingle
that crawls
just under my skin
...and a touch of winter color...
...foreshadowing
spring...
January is half over...
AT THE END OF THE DAY...it's time to wake up...and stop
looking backwards...
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