words
scribbled hastily on the side of my bedside drawer, overlapping in the dark--
dancing into my head in the middle of a conversation and i can do nothing but smile politely and nod while my fingers ache--
come alive by a simple smell or sight or the sound of a clock ticking ticking ticking--
even the ones that are the most lost can conjure up something
beautiful
in the span of a second.
(babies are born. loved ones lost. battles are fought. a smile. a sob.)
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