There are nights when my mind just goes off the tracks, and takes a few days to be put back on:
I wish I understood sometimes
What goes through my head
not questioning, not reasoning,
Just there. Just sitting.
Eggshells blank and fragile
Floating like clouds
I step on them, watch them crumble into layered dust
Watch as the wind picks them up and turns them again to cloud.
It takes time, all things
But the clouds will come again.
For now the sun shines
And burns me red.
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