Day to Day Variables

an open ended thought


loneliness descends
like a moth
fluttering in the hollows
where light breathes
and devours
all shards of self
esteem is a treacherous slope
sliding backwards
hands grasping
only emptiness
fingers tighten
fluttering against the torrent
of cresting emotions
varying daily
the subtlety of trying
the audacity of caring
the implicitness
of simply being
i tied my shoelaces
sat up
drinking in
sunlight that streamed
through open windows
catching dust
and my thoughts escalated
i drifted
back into the hollows

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