Imagination

Here I go again, words lying on the tip of my tongue.

Stomach clenches. I knew this decision could never been made right.

Loving this fight against my own breath.

No one slips a thing, nothing’s let lose.

Plug the loop back in and listen to the same ramble.

Pull the sheet up to my neck. It’s 1 a.m. and I’ll bury it for good.

I couldn’t wait to live

in the unknown.

Jidapachu,

© Jidapa Chang-in

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