Patience and honesty in the same breathMature

Endlessly
writing things
trying
to tell stories
and honesty
much better
than I
or any god
could
the romans
fighting wars
that etch on
forever
revering
the moon
and swearing
someday
I’ll get it right
prophetic
of sorts
wanting to tell you
all there is
to tell you
finding
so many new words
and worlds
some that are yours
and even
some
that are ours
how little time
there seems to be
to figure it all out
at once
despite
every moment
I’ve had
to be utterly
honest
it’s never been easier
than at 12:07 am
and you’re elsewhere
and I’m alone
somehow
everything
comes out
so much easier
in the wrong moments
but I trust
that with time
everything
will happen
precisely
when it’s meant to

The End

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