Unsure

Iyintosoluwami
Jul 30, 2024

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I sit.

Dormant at my desk, in a

state of suspended in-action.

Recording and deleting

sections of my

psyche in the form of

online posts.

Intermittent interactions

rendering reckless better sensibilities.

Like foreplay for the righteous mind.

To remain

masterfully inconsiderate as

incessant ticks talk me into hitting send when

I should have known that time was shorter.

Borders between do

and done become

target practice for enemies

to invade spaces I thought I’d conquered long ago.

To believe in anything

else,

would be to replace my conception of Love

with the mundaneness of sanity.

To rapture Eternity, and replace it with what’s accessible.

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Iyintosoluwami
Iyintosoluwami

Written by Iyintosoluwami

Documenting the journey through.

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