call it what you want

battle lines are blurred between the now and then. and thinking doesn’t change the fact we’re running end to end,
and without one in clear sight.

we’re tethered to the past and all the feelings stuck between words and breath.

we’re chasing after days perfectly ruined by sunset
so far from our desperate reach.

and each night we sit in darkness and wade through dawning thoughts. and each day wake with dread
as morning sheds crisp light upon crumpled sheets
upon storied bed.


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