6:37pm
Location: IA Boys' Dorm Office; Cicero, IN
Listening to: Bradley Hathaway, A Thousand Angry Panthers
More detailed updates coming soon. For now, some stuff I've been working on:
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She
She moves like the wind
and I am the empty arms
of a winter tree, lacking
even leaves for her to rustle
as she passes through.
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Sometimes You Need To Get A Little Dirt In Your Eyes Before You Can See Clearly
Upstairs, I have retreated
from your arrival.
Blindly,
I saw you, and saw the scales
fall from my eyes.
Now I need a moment to breathe,
to purge the poison from my veins,
ashamed of how easily I was swayed
away from you, against you.
Around the corner,
I hesitate and listen to your voice,
clear and light, piercing through
the walls of my mistakes.
My eyes are open
for the first time again.
All I see is you.
