my own bridge

there are so many things to like
     (all melodies are so good all of the time)
and I love everyone that I have ever met
     (all feelings are too much some of the time)
and I keep everything with me as scraps of thought
     (in a memory box)
to remember that boredom is the sweetest friend
     (that I have ever known)
and together we rewrite every important thing
     (because I am my own bridge)

Published by obsidianfoto

photography and visuals. color, texture, gradients. IG @obsidianfoto

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