Monday, August 11, 2014


Contained, we are like plastic Tupperware,
we press and compress save things for
better days and longer nights
like care, like love we all keep things
for better days and worse nights
the dark times we call them
the times are here-
I no longer sleep these days
too much to sort, too little to think
many years to grow in matters of moments
 well it seems a task for decisions,

Sometimes, the art of choosing is harder
than the art of losing

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