A table full of
bright yellow sticky notes
lined with scribbled half sentences
scratched out and filled in
smudged blue fingers
rapidly peel away
the sticky thoughts
folding them gently
tucked away for
late night storms
and scattered release
when no one is around
when the shadows dance
upon the face of time
my face
it hides
between these lines
every word
shatters into a million
little pieces
bringing hope
fear
love
here on these notes
I write history
I write my story
I write eternity
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