I've found it.
The subtle sway of time and reality
across the worn wooden floor of the world.
I caught it.
The sweetly secretive glance
no one but myself saw.
I wished it.
For only a moment and a half
to be there.
I kept it.
That memory of tall grass
under sticky sunlight.
I'm lost again.
Vying for validation here
where I don't fit the mold.
I can't hear.
The screams for attention
fall on my deafening ears.
I'm thirsty.
A growing soul
in a rock garden world.
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