Lavender Glass

Articles and stories about various clever and misunderstood things.

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Sitting

So sometimes
I would just
Sit there
And be calm
But that wasn’t often
And I would find
It didn’t help
I would just sit there
The thoughts
Still so disturbing

I’d look about
Things would say
See this
And see that
Look at us
Get dissolved in our quiet
And lonely
Silent, pondering

I tried drugs
All the usual escapes
The little doors
Lingering
Baby footsteps
Still no answers

Still looking
Still pondering
STILL SO VERY DISTURBING
I don’t find many answers

My eyes have gotten tired
As has my head

Now I just have one question

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