Bin liners and kitchen storage.
Mundane we despise.
Mundane we crave.
Searching, seeking, severing.
Never content. Forever, just content.
A lovers touch, the gesture of strangers.
Strange, mindless, messy.
Laughter pours, tumbles, fumbles.
All consuming, all so fleeting.
Glimmers, just glimmers.
Familiar returns.
Bin liners and kitchen storage.
Stuck in the mundane.
Safe,
In the mundane.
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Author:
HannahSpring (
Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2022 17:06
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
that simple, placid
mundane
a haven
from, all that overwhelming
chaos
in our everyday, survival routine..
(thanks for sharing
a clever write)
Thank you
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