Circular

Bodies of labour.
Organs of effort. Put together.
Sometimes I wonder if the insides of me are as dark as the universe.
Maybe.
I studied commerce, business, and communication.
All my life.
Please excuse the use of professional language from time to time.
My mind wanders away during productive hours.
Lovers, strangers, planets fill me up
I see clouds play with the light as they cast shadows on the land.
They are still. A painting I swear I could fall in.
Ten hours. Ten days. Ten months later.
The clouds have painted a brand new world
Right outside my window.
For me to see.

Time is circular.
I am pretty sure I don’t have any circular organs.
But we match step to step.
A circular rhythm fills my mind.
Please allow me some time, I will circle back to this thought while I finish typing my last email for the day.

Day. Everything is liquid now.

~insight07

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