where do we find
ourselves
in museums of thoughts,
where each thread dances
on its own and our fingers,
outstretched, trying
to grab a single one...
processing.
where do we find
ourselves
perhaps,
in hidden sheds
or tangible shreds,
deemed or bound
to be doomed.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
where do we find
ourselves
in museums of thoughts,
where each thread dances
on its own and our fingers,
outstretched, trying
to grab a single one...
processing.
where do we find
ourselves
perhaps,
in hidden sheds
or tangible shreds,
deemed or bound
to be doomed.
Ramblings.
