The Roses Are Blooming

To: my feelings.

i’ll hide you

somewhere,

somewhere

you can’t disappoint me.

somewhere,

with the other scrapped

stories and crossed-out

dreams.

i’ll lock you away

in a vault,

behind that poorly painted

watercolor

hanging in the back room

somewhere,

somewhere in the dark

of my mind.

Life’s confusing

I wish I could see everything through the eyes of an animal. No prejudice, no filters that alter the meaning of life.

You are not there. Somewhere in the future, suffering for something that hasn’t happened yet. You are not there, in a place where all your worries manifest. You are not there. Somewhere in the past, reliving your old mistakes and regrets. You are not there, in a place where memories resurrect. You are here, right here.

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