there are days when
the future is so tangible
i can see it in my mind’s eye, my own personal
storybook: this is the plot. this
is the life.
this is the love—and there are
days when the ink smudges and runs
like rain, when the best
you can do is try
to make sense of it all—
(i can never tell if the blank pages are
a blessing
or a curse)(096/365; 05.24.13)
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