I wrote this one twice three times — first on the napkin you see above, then on regular paper and finally in a card for someone else. I decided to post the original here, but still can’t decide which draft I prefer.

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today I felt the need,
the need to move away;
this place is much too close
and reeks of yesterday.

you say I should prefer
to outlast, to endure
– not clamor to escape
the demons at the door;

but it’s not the same as running –
there’s a diff’rence between flight
and the things you have to do
to get back to the light.

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days when we were green
summed up in our wildest dreams:
just wanting to be

chase a fickle muse
and the only thing you’ll catch
is inspiration.

I’ve been one to keep
wanting and waiting for things
just beyond my reach.

image: Clara en su mundo

still feigning belief
that you will want to be the
corresponding piece.

image: autowitch