There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three
…
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There’s less and less of me as time goes by
With each moon, a little less remains
For every dimension I grow a fraction
I feel I’m shrinking in three
…
Fewer and fewer
Words from shrinking throat and mind
So little of me
Sobbing under stone
Screaming nothings with words doomed
To be forgotten
Since you climbed in here over a decade ago
The world is different
My world is different
Your existence colours everything I see around me
…you can see me, still,
If you know how to listen…
I’m don’t think I’m seeing many of the things
That most others can see
…
Don’t make me look
It prowls and paces on the periphery
Of the barrier I erected.
Growls are rumbling from its throat
as it flicks its barbed tail in irritation.
…
This is my history
This is my life’s path winding between these trees
This is the home I was born in
This is the home I will die in
…
Stream of consciousness (falling asleep) on considering a dear friend’s situation.
Hope you find your purpose
I know I am not your purpose, but if your great purpose is to help others, I know I am contributing, as there is no doubt I am stronger for your support
I’m grateful that I can be overwhelmed and still communicate with you
Attempting to process some unpleasant feelings towards some particular people in my life.