Relative Something

*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Place

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standing in that place
of just taking up space
where feelings reside
buried inside
since the beginning of time
well past their prime
there is an urge just to breathe
without thinking
about what matters
in grand schemes
the things of our dreams
all the wealth of ideas
staring blankly between
hours of days
mischievous ways
then walking away
distracted
one more time
deciding to never stop
wanting to find
what resides in that place
taking up
precious space

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Written by johnwhays

November 15, 2021 at 7:00 am

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