throw it all away
and find something
to expect nothing from.
I hate so complicated a tangle,
snarls hanging in other knots
of responsibility and expectation.
find a river to listen to,
to die by.
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throw it all away
and find something
to expect nothing from.
I hate so complicated a tangle,
snarls hanging in other knots
of responsibility and expectation.
find a river to listen to,
to die by.
arranging my stuffed animals neatly
seems to rest my mind,
giving it a stump to sit on.
curled up on my bed,
I wall myself in with
bodies stuffed with fluff,
still so little in a big body.