and then, the pendulum swings ⚖️
Tag: Poetry
Ms Masquerade
It wasn’t you.
The collective unconscious threw it up.
It wasn’t you.
Attentional deficits had you stuck.
Forced to Reorganize
Reorganize.
Reorganize.
It would be wise for you to. 👁️
ACES Aware
I can’t explain why others did what they did, I can only show I’m unbreakable.
Accept the Ambiguity
The process.
The disowned material.
The outcome. ☀️
