welcome to the blue world


she gave me the gift of no answers.
he gave me the freedom of silence.
you give me the jingle of a new keychain, un-


locking doors and there i am,
sitting in the corner chair
staring into the black expanse of (what) lies


beyond now.


getting up, i wade through the haze in handfuls,
feeling out the beauty… and seeing is acting is
seeing, he said,


and that made me feel better


somehow.

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