Slipup

Today, I woke up and couldn’t shake Missouri from my mind. All day. I mostly slept, trying to reset my brain. But it didn’t work.

I know that I’m a lot of effort to be friends with, but they promised to never leave… they promised I’d have someone forever. And forever turned out to be so short. I just want to talk to them today.

Tonight is very difficult. Curling up in the cold under a comforter and trying to convince myself it was all just a dream. But I know better.

About masterpieceofadisaster

Alias: Kuckoo Savant
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2 Responses to Slipup

  1. lily says:

    I can’t tell you how much I love this post, particularly this sentence: “Today, I woke up and couldn’t shake Missouri from my mind.”

    This is my favorite kind of poetry — vague storytelling, cool sentences, intriguing (but not exactly informative). I want to wonder. I want to drive myself crazy trying to put the pieces together and figure out the story, whether it’s “right” or not.

    That’s what this does for me — gives my imagination a jumping-off point.

    Like

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