Days

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2017

Something about this

makes me want to

fall into the sky,

dream with the same head

that can be drowning.

 

I am carrying my weight

in gold and little gifts

but I can’t bring happy

to some places.

 

And I breathe in a little every day

but there is only so much air

that will fit

before I leave a little behind.

 

And I will love you

but there are days I build bridges

and there are days I set fires.

 

On the days I feel more lost

than memories in the darkness,

than my thoughts in your sleep,

than a century,

I can call on

every time you’ve held me

and paint the ground open with purity.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 9/19/17

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Memories

"On the days I feel more lost

than memories in the darkness,"


I have not read you lately, don't know why. Nice lines! - allet