Somedays
days are hard to tell from each other
they blend
they bleed
and they look the same
Somedays
memory is a burden
that shadows the present
with what once was
and the present dissolves away like a bubble
Somedays
sun and moon
and music and time
can't change the pace of life
it doesn't move and it doesn't stop
Somedays...
heart is too empty
mind is too full
space is too silent
thoughts are too noisy
no rush
and yet no rest
...
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