temporary mending

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[originally posted on poetry amino]
prompt - quote: "Even if we could turn back, we'd probably never end up where we started."  -Haruki Murakami

temporary mending


knots had clustered, and ignorance had festered. every single time, those cursed strings always found their tangled way back together.

with every glance toward it, I bowed my head in shame. such daggers of blame could only be pointed at my own heart, for letting it get this bad again.

it's always been so easy to just fall into absent motion. so dreadfully easy. step, step, step - suddenly the sky is dark.

took a dead day and crocheted it into madness just short of mania - hours spun on as loops were pulled and fingertips turned red.

it was finally free of itself once again. and although it would not stay that way for very long, I choose to cherish the moments for which it does.

(temporary mending is still mending all the same.)

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