Words as a way to free thoughts from existing only in my head
Words building a personal puzzle
Lacking the big picture to use as a model
Becoming a reflection of a real game
Life in small pieces
The present being ensembled every minute
And my words as witnesses
Time being my accomplice
My words are like mental pictures
Sometimes too abstract for my taste
Or too raw
Or too shiny, too dark
Regardless
They're the timeline of my life
Being built
Now.
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