self talk
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Sunsets IIThe sun is set; the cloudscape once softly drawnin gold and rust now fades to a single grey. All glow has gone; the wind bites coldly. Bear with your sorrow: the dawn comes slowly.
Awake.
What did I dream?Relief that it stays there, or sadness it's gone.Damn that alarm
You'll be grateful laterThe day time you
But that isn't me now!
To get and grasp separation of paths is difficult sometimes
how do I accept chaotic intersections that are not mine?
So emotions keep fumbling over, but the top's still on
