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too many thoughts. then too little. too many yet again. too little. repeat.
trying to pick out a good thought from a cluster of darkness? out of the question. like chasing a fading beat. trying to make the blurriness from the street go away when you stare out the window of a moving car. trying to look past the clouds because you know there are stars hidden behind.
but even winter isn't eternal, is it? once the cold fog dissipates, sunlight will eventually find a way to seep back in. you might find yourself blinded for a split second, and that's okay. just let it touch your hair and turn it into tendrils of gold. let it follow along the lines of your arms and embrace the shiver of the cold leaving your body.
close your eyes and remember the sting in your nose, the burn behind your eyelids and the remaining heaviness in your chest.
and when you finally open your eyes again, all your blues will be yellows.
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*sunny place
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
