Ramblings

the multitudes

They are multiplying

And am I shocked to lose touch?

I need to ask myself several times what I meant last night

What are such feelings to a light and untethered heart?

If my mind was half as free as the hassles floating in the corner of my vision I wouldn’t have to be here

The wind and seas were calling me

My indecision cast me into fear

Tear me from it I don’t care

I carry every multitude I can