16
Feb
10

Vacate

Oh, how I
wish
my insane
mind would
vacate itself
of the chaotic
paper-winged
swarm of
moth thoughts.
Endlessly flapping
against each
other, no room
to fly, to expand
or move. Stifled

stuck. Vacate,
vacate, oh useless
thoughts, leave
my soul open
to dive in,
to fly and
mold words,
music lines,
colors into
light.

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