I will lose myself in time
to write
not right
to throw words on paper
when ideas like vapour
mist the eyes and simplicity
is beauty and independence
is not an open plain or a fence
but state of mind,
where there is no blindness
but awareness
awareness,
that you are part
               in heart
of something much larger
right when, and where your fingers
dance across my page and
on your keyboard,
I so much want to meet
you all
but that is my downfall,
the introvert in me
holds the extrovert at bay,
but it is no safe harbor,
from an ill wind or ill feelings
so I am left reeling
on how,
to meet my own kind.


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