Musings

Being absent in your own mind,
We hone this skill to an expertise.
Always brimming painfully full with thoughts
Unfamiliar, easily distracted, easily swayed.
Continually drunk on incorporeal words and details
About someone you will never meet,
Whose vapid life is far enough from reality,
You can climb and dive and hide in it;
Flinch and choke as you wake up and picture
A future if only you had just-
No
No use
Move forward, you say,
Push it down
Bury it a little deeper this time.
How do you move past what never happened?
Never mind,
Don't mind me
Just float away.
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