Under a moonless sky
I delve into thoughts long repressed
picking them out like tissue paper from a gift
falling around me I glance at them
their tattered existence taunting me
painfully I connect the blots
and entertain the idea of expression
without restraint
the idea itself paralyzes me
everything fades to a dull gray
yet through the clouds
a single shooting star reveals itself
ignites my tissue paper thoughts
and pulls me from the cement-like stupor...
I remember now.
[the inspiration for this was my heart]
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