Porous

Porous

We think our skin is solid

But it’s porous

And everything around us is absorbed

Sinking

Deeper

And deeper

Until we cannot fathom

What is there at all

Nor what is missing

Instead, there is just that vague

Feeling

Of discomfort

Like something indecipherable

written in chalk

Being drawn lightly down the backbone of the mind

 

*Some days direction seems uncertain. Days like this are for doing the ironing and cleaning the house – they are not days for writing at all.

 

 

 

 

 

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