grasp our lost time
i could shuffle
your organized brain
a junk drawer stuffed
with all the loose pieces
a disruptive life
stacked in random piles
found the other half a ticket bought
with no string to pluck us down
Poetry dreamscapes listening well meaning of life mental well-being my promise garden relationships this writing life who am I
You described my mind. Stay awesome Jeanne. Don’t forget to smile cause you matter.
I like this a lot, sums up a lot as well. Abstractively ideal 🙂
❤️😮