inside of my head

there are more blank places than

I did like.

I have been fooling myself

by cutting corners to happiness

in the narrow cold space

that is my memories, or

is it my reality?

Confusion is like the pale autumn clouds

and I am being soaked in its rain

without  any consolation

that my desires are completely impractical-

or that I will find shelter.

 

 

 

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