the twitter page refuses to load,
my thumb pulls at a virtual thread
and nothing arises but a thinking
spiral.
when sunlight pours over
winter brick and I am suddenly
cold and yearning for a moment
outside.
when I abandon metropolitan grids
and find myself ambling through
familiar woodlands, the freckled deer
doeing.
when the promise of magic is
guaranteed, a snowflake, a kiss,
a final droplet of sunset through an
alleyway.
Relatable ;)
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