The last taste of morning
coffee, salt on porcelain
skin is rewarding
empty mug and bed
ignorance is bliss? fuck it
just clearing my head…
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Two puzzle pieces
flying blind through time and space
just wanting to fit
but it is too easy
to forget, a completed
puzzle is more than
two pieces. instead
infinitesimal facets of
a whole being are there
they were always there
but you need to step away
from a puzzle if
you want to see it
as a whole. you could just look
in the mirror now
it’s alright to feel
like a puzzle piece, but know
you’re already whole.
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i think about all
of the guys who are doing
drugs just to forget
your eyes and your taste.
it’s not your fault that you’re a
loving addiction
Thoughts and Musings 