Wednesday, November 23, 2011

shedding

I woke up one morning and my thoughts were made of clay
So i dug my fingers into it and reshaped the way I thought about the world

My eyes had filters in front of them I didn't realize were there
so I took them off and changed how I see myself.

I threw out the old version of my dictionary
because I figured by now, the definitions of things have changed.

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