Fragmented
Fragmented.
We all have those thoughts.
The dots that become squares again.
And again.
Someone I would have remembered,
If my mind wasn’t so filled with measurements.
I dabble here and there.
Spilling.
Everything is a slice of cheese.
More slices, from the same block.
Shaping wire for no reason.
Eating too much then I can’t remember what I was even eating.
Fragmented.
Where rules become more rules.
Become fewer rules, and spirals.
A mind like mine.
Gets older more quickly than most.
We all have those thoughts.
All of them.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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