January 26, 2019

initial rumination

Illness of the mind.

Forced to face it.

Behind a pane of thick glass.

eye to eye.

nostrils flaring.

breath fogging the glass.

Unease washes over me.

Glass separates us.

Powerless to gain full understanding.

Separated.

I walk away, images linger in my mind.

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