…my interaction with miscommunication…

Suddenly I have silence thrust upon me, Weary glances Still, I feel unseen I am light as a floating ghost spirit I try to look, watch them From the periphery of my— Our eyes interlock Breakaway; I sense fission This newly birthed energy weighs on me It’s as if I am Atlas The sky weighsContinue reading “…my interaction with miscommunication…”

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