Day 16: Blind reflections
It’s not enough to say that life will never be the same as I’m falling deeper into this misty view. Would you get back up? Rising from resting, I’m blind with my eyes open. When can I return out of this depression, walking, waking numb to reality.
Out of body, only watching my day peel away. What matters – maker or me? Only us I can see, now just plainly looking away, blue moon in sight. It’s time to go, can you see me?
Remember the good times,
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