So many things to feel,
yet so little to write about.
Why do I find myself in this predicament
so often?
How do I
crawl
out of it?
How do I cease to exist just for a moment,
long enough to reset
and maybe begin to articulate better words.
the letters I have found don't come together
the same way they used to.
It makes me feel like I've lost my touch.
my way of phrasing things that might make it
seem
i have changed me
My grand scheme of collaboration
without hesitation
I used to be an artist. That of the sky
you swear
my words could make you fly
or help you taste the pumpkin pie
cold from mother's fridge
Always a sweet surprise.
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