you keep thinking the day they leave is the day you lose yourself
but somehow
they are gone and you are still survivingthe brain works in such complex ways, it numbs itself
allowing sudden changes to blur with humdrum routineand then any memory of anything that changed in a split second vanishes like it never existed in the first place
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flowers on my skin [ poetry ]
Poetrystrung together shower thoughts from a perspective of someone who is trying to be