June 6, 2014

Deeply rooted intentions
to get through to you
fail with every half-witted comment
about your exquisite mind
and how much I’d like to draw from you,
paint on a canvas that will likely
remain unframed and rolled up
in the cluttered attic
built by my loosely cohesive impressions.

How great it truly is,
to be lost in one’s mind.

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