a wall
a confined place
tall, reaching beyond the sky
built strong
but weak in all the right places
colors fading into the surface
old and new
created long ago
still standing.
a wall
a confined place
tall, reaching beyond the sky
built strong
but weak in all the right places
colors fading into the surface
old and new
created long ago
still standing.
I sit here and stare
Stare at the window's reflection on the floor
The snow drifting down
The grey outside
I notice every little detail
I remember when a phone wasn't important to me
When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass
Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky
too fat
too skinny
eating too much
eating too little
not good enough
too self confident
around and around it goes
my mind can't stop
won't stop
if I tell myself this
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