sock animal ramblings.

the tides change quickly. 

the map i'm holding, all mine: 

forever mine. 

mountains lift me to where i can pray:

i am yours, darkly colour'd, knitted together at the core. 

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pensing deeply. heavily. 

words flow all too quickly.

i wake from sleep 

to 

pencil my ramblings to a journal. 

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you know i am a melancholic:

quite often my mood dips

and 

wets its heavy feet in the ever-changing tides. 

i am so tired as of late:

so tired. 

weary. 

[dare i whisper the word: despondent - ?] 

i pray for sweet solace. 

i find myself pulling away from humans

so that i can find the true source 

to which i long to be connected. 

yes, i laugh. i smile. 

but in my core:

my soul is deeply prussian blue. 

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[i think i shall sew a sock animal 

or two

and lift the veil so heavily shrouding my heart.]

yes: that is what i shall do. 

sew a sock animal or two 

and

take them out to the firepit adirondack chairs:

we shall have a sock animal party, me and them....

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