of one's thoughts before being released
our open doors... we zip tie our minds
to the bedposts when sleeping so as
not to lose any of our thoughts that
might have been created by our lucid
dreams in sleep... mothers feed their
children during the waking hours like
we brush our teeth after drinking
the milk we have been fed... time and
again, we ring the wrong doorbell on
our neighbor's house and the house
across the street opens it doors to
our investigations as if we were the
nosey reporters who have barged
into their lives... we live lives that
are very fulfilling even though we
are starved for affection by parents
who classify themselves as friends...
and, when we finnaly show the
courage to leave, the world backs up
a day or two and changes direction.
1 Nove
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