I’m on the floor again
Flat against my back
Counting the decorative cracks
That make up the ceiling tiles
Allowing my mind the freedom
Of aimless thought
Of you, me
Timeless I wander
And in my mind always younger
Like a perfectly preserved container
Of forgotten moments
Timeless (7/20/2015) in Archives
- Dec. 22, 2017, 3:38 p.m.
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