Sometimes Things Just Stay Hurt

Cloudy apple juice mind, sculling the waters blind.

Waiting to find something meaningful, to drown or to perhaps learn the art of swimming on our own.

Like water, people slip out of our hands as quickly as our gaze can drink them in.

We get our high and them, theirs. Only to either be haunted by it or forgotten as quick as a camera click.

It’s sad but that’s life-

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