Window thoughts

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I sit by the day and laugh with this world,
Telling her i’ll write her a haiku tonight,
To sound fancy.
A word-weaver,
Just plucking words
To make sense of this,
To not feel like tangled earphones all the time,

Craving an understanding 
more than I could crave you,
in believing that i have stories in me
waiting to be lived.
A hope that this circus
is not what life is

there is more,
there is magic,
A place where mundane is not a word,
the love child of colours and mountains..


I sit by the night and laugh at this world.

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