comfortable chaos

Where are you right now?

He waves is hand in front of my face

a sweet settle motion

his eyes warm and waiting,

but I don't know what to say...

I don't even know the answer

where am I?

This place feels so devoid of order

this comfortable chaos in which ive regressed

I cannot tell whether you put me here,

or I dove in...

you were right this is a game

I created it alone

to try to win is sisyphean 

and the time has come for me to go home

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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