I See Faces

 

Read this like a typewriter

 

I lost my mind,

I think.

At some point in time

It wandered off into the abyss.

 

But when I found you,

words returned to me.

Sometimes you need to take the time

To let something become you.

 

I want to use you,

as a muse.

Memories return through the form of ink

on a paper.

 

I found comfort,

in my difference.

Theres things that I want to say to you-

Pictures speak to me.

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