Inside All Day

Vintage Words


I reached out to touch the world

and felt fire and burning winds. The

search for solace got lost before 

my hands reached it. I continued

the search with seared palms.


That was disappointing. Then it rained

and the world turned to steam and pain.

New days came up gray. At those times,

my nerve endings screamed  see the world

like you, but that was the most iffy

proposition and rare.


Pulling the pieces together was the same

as shattering the puzzle. Scattered became

the way to see and unveil. Sealed away

from the world, thinking yearns for breath.







Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oh, let's mix some images.

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