It’s staying up at night
Listening to the ticking of the clock,
the sounds from outside.
It's being distracted for just a short time
by the light of the streetlight
shining through the carelessly closed shutters
It’s hoping not having to face the next day
It’s numbing fear
Waking up the next morning,
starting the day with newfound motivation
It’s creeping up throughout the day
Doing the dishes,
writing an essay,
drinking coffee
And suddenly it’s there
— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”
— Charles Bukowski
-Rumi
“One day she remembered that it wasn’t her job to make everyone happy.”
— Robin Lee
Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)
ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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