Blinds
the blinds gape, blinding hope flurries into the guest bedroom on tha 2nd story
whatβs the purpose of hope, and such?
in a way, itβs for motivation for the endless work that must get done.
how many lies are crafted each day by tha mind? by βhurtββ¦? by Fear?
how many distractions come up (& through)?
β deterrentsβ¦ bad dreams ruffle tha back of my mind.
single threads
we wanna weave
we donβt leave ourselves
we must face ourselves
we must.