Foxes howling in my ears

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On some days

The past can sing

So loudly in my ears.

But no song

Can revive the crumbled dust

Of yesterday

And place it in front of you

Unless

You chose

To sing along.

 

Sometimes I feel like I missed out on so much, all those years

And then I remember

That there is no normal

And we’re all just here

With our frozen pasts behind us

And ahead nothing but space

To be filled with choices

We make

Now.

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Time to start a new drawing. One just for me.

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Sometimes I feel like I missed out on so much, all those years

And then I remember

That there is no normal

And we’re all just here

With our frozen pasts behind us

And ahead nothing but space

To be filled with choices

We make

Now.