tick. tick. tick.

Things don't ever stop moving. But, I suppose it doesn't hurt to capture them to some degree...even if it's in a space that itself may eventually fade. This is me tumbling through time.

Sometimes (The Repair)

if it’s dying

cut it off.

if it hurts

burn

sterilize

sew the wound.

ends aren’t meeting

start over.

sometimes

it comes to death.

sometimes

it’s the only thing new.

sometimes

it waits for the tear.

sometimes

tearing means starting over.

7 months ago

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Theme: Cavalcade

Haiku

aaaghcabbage:

I need to do work
There is still so much to do
Are my clothes dry yet?

1 year ago

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