Outside In

The outside




so breeze

so light

sometimes it could flutter away

the inside though

is a story all together


dark rivulets run into one another

narrow crooked paths in disarray

streaming love, despair and yearning

seeking love, despair and yearning

the walls convulse in pain

then the outside



naughty eyes

words many

myriad meanings

in living from

this to that

what is left

what prevails

what is achieved

a modicum of experiences

sometimes even untrue

fantasy like

yet live. breathe. live.

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