I Am

I’m constantly flitting through tattered pages,
tripping over empty bottles,
and spilling catastrophe on all my clothes.

I’m stealing my old memories from the frames,
pulling the clocks off of the walls,
and bleeding my dreams into ocean tides. 

But don’t worry about me, 
never worry. 
One day I’ll figure it all out. 
Until then, I simply am. 

BIATA

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