drifting
apart
away
emotion
fear
into
a dream
pungent arousal of the tender tips of imagination
yearning for release
to paint the picture
molded in my mind
rather
joining the journey
wisps of wind winding woefully around my face
gleeful laughter
and picturesque pleasantries
realization instead of
bed sheets and dreams
digging holes that will never be discovered
and i'm left to pencil what i can't recall
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