Poetry · Writing

capture still

i worry i will run out of things to write about

run out of emotions or events

a friend asked me about it

i never thought about it

just cocky shit just here all about it

truth is- i see the art everywhere i go

a color in a store a shirt passing by a couple holding hands

a day ago a year ago-

my favorite, i will write about the same event in different ways

different metaphors different emotions

like a camera at a new angel

always capturing myself

a still in time

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