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Writing

Poetry, thoughts, and a few things in between...

The Wanderer

How I feel about you today is different than the other day.

I don't know where my feelings go,

And I’m sorry about that.

My mind wanders to another place that I can’t quite describe.

But it’s always the opposite of what’s in front of me.

It’s hazy, like a dream.

I can almost touch it,

But I cannot, because I’m here, right now.