Half

Barry
Apr 16, 2018
1 min read

Time standing still in places I want it to move.

Forceful attempts to fit in like a screw stuck on a groove.

Power tools can’t tighten all the broken bridges and ties that are loose.

I’ve sat here many days wondering if this figment of my imagination is really my imagination or my 3rd eye reflecting a mirage of a yearning sensation.

I have no explanation, or expectation of this duration of loves abbreviation.

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