dear diary, i
neglected you some days
daily routines and
demands other humans stood in the way
overpowering feelings i
walked, nay, strutted off in a circle
-stimming- or spoke in a
cosy ear - it looked at me, listened
to commit feelings to
you would be to affirm them but i
pushed them away or let
layers of future slip upon them
in a diary i am the sender
and receiver but phoning i reach
a mind entwined with me for
a moment, for an hour, for now
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