the reason to exist
escapes me sometimes.
i stumble through my clutter.
following the same unwinding ball of string.
never has yesterday felt so far away
or tomorrow so close.
nor fear so constant.
i wash the clothes
i dry the clothes
i iron the clothes
but they don’t fit.
they never did.
they never will.
someone elses
not mine.
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