Breadcrumbing
I’ve had a hard time regulating my emotions
Especially lately
A lot is going on
I’m estranged and worried about paranoia
I don’t understand
How
They still talk like
I’m not angry
How they breadcrumbed their way into comfort and
Had no remorse after I said
What happened
I walk around certain towns like an obstacle course
And I’m still not sure where
I’m supposed to be
But I’m content in this moment
In this right now
I’m becoming comfortable in knowing that maybe it’s okay to
Not know
To start over again
And to keep in mind that we all die off eventually and time is a tiny arrow that
Goes around the same way and with the same number system
Every
Single
day
I’m going to do whatever I want
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Hello!
Wonderful poem.
Keep them coming!
For anyone who doesn’t know, Morgan is a wonderful painter as well.
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The last line is a statement
of freedom from breadcrumbing
Great poem