Humdrum

Humdrum

8-26-16

Whirling. Swirling. In the midst of my mind.

So many things.

Some dark, and some light.

It can never be that simple.

Yet it is.

Black and white.

Colorless. Bliss.

Just off your fingertips.

A kiss?

It’s the place that I go.

A place where I run to.

It can be anything I want.

It’s warm. It’s cold.

It’s shelter.

It’s relief from the pain.

I get caught in the rain.

Sometimes deliberate.

It’s freedom.

I wish I could take you there.

I wish I had a portal.

I’d show you things to believe in.

 

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