Mentality
For twenty six hours,
I avoided the websites like
a plague; stayed far away
from markers and pens
bits of crayon that are
lost somewhere in the
car’s trunk. I knew what my
fingers would write if
I let them, so I bent them into
concave shapes,
wrapped them carelessly
on a desk in front of me.
Trying to think without
being so darn reflective;
now my mind is full
of smudged letters
and broken phrases; that I
don't know how to be
less mental
anymore.
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