Tuesday, 1 August 2017

Watch it fall.

Is feels strange to write,
Before the day is done.
Stronger feelings,
Could always come.
Putting my day,
On this page,
It's what I'll go back to,
In another age.
I sense the rest of the day,
May not be mine,
So I am taking,
Just this moment in time,
Reflecting on how,
I can overthink it all.
Throw it up in the air,
And watch it fall.

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