In pure fear and pain I awaken, not having a clue why? Likely another undoable quest I failed in an unremembered nightmare. Again
in forced indifference the tears flow until I find reasons to make them my own. Then I cry more, in different tone. Again
sorting thru, discard, keep or use these cluttered things in my head.
sorting thru, discard, keep or use these tangled images and words
Again. My indifference frozen with my reflection. Then I take it, in different tone – a waterproofed catalyst to start anew once more