Waking up in a new year
is like taking the first lick of an ice cream cone
for some it's pure bliss
for us though it's the beginning to an end
It was hard waking up this morning knowing my thoughts would be curved and circled. That I'd be chasing my tail all day around those who pretend to love me. Those who just need bodies and a hand to hold. It isn't always this way. It can be all too consuming. Confusing. Concubines and condescension.
Trapped in the shadows aren't we.
Angsting to get out.
Running back when we do.
Blues and maroons.
Psychedelic voices and rooms.
Existential ecstasy.
Everyone evades
Entwining
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