desire: someone fierce to be in my daily life
i feel weeks turn over and blow away like
leaves under a tree
what am i doing?
i'm sleeping in late
i'm working on a career
i'm doing smart, sensible things
i'm worrying like Thoreau did
that i'll die only to realize i never lived.
it's not what you do, it's how you do it
i'm doing things in a lesser shade of the vibrance i once blossomed under
desire: someone fierce to be in my daily life
so that i don't forget what it feels like.
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