Time


Daylight
pokes
at my skin,
wanting
to come in,
but
I prefer
to keep my
shutters closed,
because
clothed in darkness
is where
I feel comfortable
right now.
And my eyes
may be open
but don't be
fooled,
my mind
isn't
because I'm
not ready
to move forward
yet.

Time
truly is relative
when it comes
to emotions.

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