recovery pt 1

it's been some time
since the red streams 
got washed away
and the maze joined
together.

it wasn't in my hindsight
that i would start to
bulldoze my way 
through my broken mentality
and stitch them back
all in one piece
(don't mind the hanging thread,
i can't sew well)

all that is left
is the distortion of colour
visible under light
never the dark.

a vivid reminder i held on
so don't give up


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