Trying to get home.

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The gentle cliches like rain on the pavement

The clinging of truth to tired metaphors

like vines growing on a lattice

Though in reverse


I thought I reached a point... where I could let go...

I have a practice: I call it depression.


I sleep a whole bunch

I eat to much

and I try

to not do

what defines me

 

I  think I will continue for some time

unable to talk about what I am going through

 

It's the nature

of the fire

to consume

what keeps it alive.

 

 


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